Chapter 183

ANDREA'S POV “If your phone rings one more time,” I murmured as my tongue flicked out to lick Kade’s nipple. “I’ll throw it out the fucking window.” Kade groaned, his muscles rippling as he arched under me. His hand shot out and flapped around wildly, looking for his phone as it stopped ringing—and immediately started again. He knocked over my desk lamp, and thankfully, my carpet kept it from shattering. “Fucking hell,” I muttered and sat up. I grabbed it, and the desire coursing through my veins was immediately doused by anger when I saw the caller ID. “Of course.” I shoved the phone at Kade. “Your leech.” Kade sat up and took the phone out of my hand. Without looking at it, his thumb pressed against the side button, and the sound abruptly stopped as the screen went black. Kade tossed it aside with expert precision, and it landed on the armchair at the corner of his room, right in line with the morning sunlight that shone through a crack in my curtains. Maybe I could find a magnifying