Chapter 50
The adjustment in Brett’s voice immediately made Rylan’s cock grow firm and his heart rate increase. “Okay,” Rylan barely avoided squeaking the word out.
“Boy, what are you wearing?”
“Um, some sweats, T-shirt…” Rylan’s voice trailed off when Brett cleared his throat. He took a deepbreath and added, “Sir.”
“Have a dance belt on?”
“No, sir. I changed when I arrived in my room.”
“Hmm. Was that before or after your detective friend left?”
Rylan snickered, secretly pleased he’d sparked a bit of jealously in Brett. “After, sir.”
“Take all your clothes off, get a belt, and put me on speaker. You’ll need both hands,” Brett instructed.
Rylan set his phone on the table and did as Brett told him. “I’m ready, sir.”
He heard Brett moving around on the other end of the call, but couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing. Seconds ticked by and Rylan had the feeling that Brett knew he stood there, naked with his dance belt gripped in both hands.