Ohmygod. I wanted details. But first…
Are you touching yourself?
Did I really ask that?
Hell yeah.
Good.
I pressed record. “Do you know how hot you look, standing in front of that mirror? I wish I was there, in front of you. I wonder, have you ever imagined me on my knees, looking up at you…”
I sent that before starting another.
Maybe he was right. I was being a bit of a tease. And it was fun.
“I take your dick in my mouth, a little at a time. And then deeper, and deeper, and deeper. Your grip on my hair tightens as you pull me into you. But I don’t mind because I know you’re close.”
Send.
One more.
“Finally, you can’t hold on any longer, and you explode in my mouth. I take it. Every. Last. Drop.”
Send.
I wait. Imagine him. And finally get a message in return. A voice memo.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ. Are you for real, woman? Do you have any idea how hard I came just now? If you were here with me… damn.”
I smiled.
I’d like to be there with him and told Beck so.
You sure we need this break?
It took him a few minutes to reply back.
Mae, I’m not sure about anything these days.
Join the club.
We do need to talk.
Lunch tomorrow?
If you want.
I do.
I wanted lunch. And to see him. And to do that again. Smiling, I lay back down. Big things were on the horizon, and I was more than a little afraid to make another life-altering decision when my last one proved to be a big-time mistake.
But it was time.
Tomorrow, I’d lay it all on the line.
Texting “good night,” I put my phone on the nightstand and closed my eyes. Sleep was going to be elusive.
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