Page 145 of My Favorite Hero

If you were here, I’d have you rub something else.

I got a laughing emoji for that one.

How’s it going? Getting all your ducks in a row?

Right now, I’m not sure where my ducks are.

I sent her back the same emoji.

Are you sure you don’t want me to come out to you?

No, I’m so busy I wouldn’t see you. I stay at the office until ten or later every night. Back by six. I want to see you, but it wouldn’t be fair.

Okay, Pix. Whatever you need.

I need to relax.

I settled back on the sofa.

I can help with that.

Oh yeah?

Absolutely. What are you wearing?

Your T-shirt. Nothing else. You?

A smile.

Yay! Is your hose working?

My hose needs to stay put. I’m in the staff room, and someone could walk in at any moment. This is about you. Send me a picture.

A moment later, it appeared, Casey looking tired but lovely. My shirt hung off her shoulder, the bare skin smooth.

You are beautiful, Pix. Take off my shirt. I want another photo.

I gazed at her breasts, the tips rosy and taut. Despite my denials, my cock lengthened, and I wrapped my hand around it, stifling my groan.

I want a picture too.

I snapped one and sent it.

I love your cock. It’s so…big. Smooth. Hefty.

Hefty?

Wide load.

I had to laugh.

Are you touching yourself? If I were there, I would be sucking your nipples and playing with your sweet little clit. Making you moan.

I am now.

You’d be so wet. Opening your legs, begging for more. I’d slide my fingers inside you.

Please.