According to the voicemail lady, Chloe left her second voicemail around 4am the previous night. He might have been more surprised by the thought of her drunk dialing him, if he wasn't so incredibly turned on.
He'd never imagined getting a call like that from Chloe. At least not right now.
Dammit! Had his belt always been this difficult?! His body was pulsing with need after hearing her message.
He hit replay on his phone as he finally got his belt open and his fly down. He sprang free just as her voice started again.
"Davis, I dream about you sometimes."
Davis groaned and began to stroke himself.
"I dream what it would be like to have you inside me."
Her voice was thick and low. Her words coming out breathy and slow. He could hear clothes rustle.
"I also sometimes think about the choices I've made and how I should have done them differently."
Her voice had a little catch.
"So many things I should have done differently."
Her voice rose a bit. He heard more clothes rustle and a wet sort of smacking noise.
"But I'm married now. And things between us can never be different. We can't be more than friends."
She groaned and the noises were faster.
"You can't kiss me again. I can't let you kiss me again."
Her voice was rising, and she was panting heavily. So was he. His hand moving along himself as she panted in his ear.
"But I can still dream. Even when you are just my friend. Even if you never know how hard that is for me too."
"I can still... have... this... Gah!"
She cried out and the call ended. She had reached the end of the allotted message time.
Davis exploded as the voicemail lady listed his call options.