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But then I came here.

I met him.

And now I saw what little freedom I had and bucked against it like a wild thing, eager for escape.

My phone buzzed on the counter.

Remy: Your mom really does know how to spoil a party.

Poof, my pout was gone. I snatched up my phone, smiling as I typed back.

Jessa: She’s the absolute worst for that. I’m sorry.

Remy: Don’t be. I’m sorry I couldn’t see you a little longer.

I sighed and flopped into bed, adjusting my towel, wet hair sticking to the pillow.

Jessa: Me too. I wish I could see much more of you.

Remy: That can be arranged.

Jessa: Then arrange it.

Seconds later, a photo came through of his rolling abs, and his massive hand fisted around his massive cock.

I pinned my bottom lip between my teeth.

Jessa: This is exactly why I get turned on every time my phone dings. Really, sir, you have no right.

Remy: Well, you said you were in the shower and this happened. There’s only so much I can do.

Jessa: Wish I was there. I’d do it for you.

I giggled, my cheeks flushed as I shimmied to bury myself a little between the pillows. A hot flush tingled its way down my body—I’d scrolled back up and was very busy zooming the picture, starving to catalog the details of his cock. With my free hand, I undid the tail of the towel.

Remy: I hate that you’re there when you could be here where I can do filthy things to you.

I sighed.

Jessa: Me too. I was thinking about you in the shower and now I’m all hot.

Rolling onto my side, I fiddled with the towel, exposing myself quite artfully, I thought. I sent the picture as soon as I snapped it.

Remy: Jesus Christ, Duchess.

Jessa: I never thought I’d say this, but I love it when you call me that.

Absently, my fingertips brushed one nipple as I waited for his response.

Remy: Good, ‘cause there’s probably no chance of me stopping.

Jessa: Guess what I’m touching and I’ll send you a photo.

Remy: Look at you, being all nasty. Please tell me it’s your pussy.

Jessa: Aren’t you ambitious? Sorry, darling. Not it.

Remy: Tits.

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