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I see you, Zoey, and I like everything I see.
You haven’t seen everything yet…
My manhood stiffens again, the base throbbing as I read her words over and over.
You should be careful with that kind of talk. I don’t want to turn into an animal again, not when you’re supposed to be mad at me.
I’m not mad. Maybe I should be, but I’m not, and I don’t think I want to be careful either.
I shift in my seat, my balls expanding, the need pulsing deep inside me. It’s a signal I can’t ignore.
You’ve got no idea how crazy you make me, Zoey. The thought of you even THINKING about sending a dirty text has me thinking about racing across the city.
Mom’s home,Zoey replies.She just came in. I don’t think that would work.
This could be a harmless lie to keep me away while she wrestles with her nerves, but just like she accepted me telling Peter, I accept this aspect of her personality. For now… until the desire becomes overwhelming and texting isn’t enough.
Anyway, I wouldn’t even know where to start with that sort of thing.
Is she hinting at me to take the conversation to steamy places?
I get the sense you’ve relived what we did a thousand times, just like I have.
A thousand? Try a million.
Are you trying to take this conversation somewhere steamy, Zoey?
Three dots appear and then disappear. At my age, I never thought I’d be so enthralled by texting, staring at the message box as my heartbeat thuds in my chest and my manhood gives me clear instructions to claim her.
Texting isn’t enough, but it’s much better than anything I’ve ever experienced with any other woman. It’s so much sweeter than anything I thought Icouldexperience. I’m like a caged beast, and the message will kick the door open and let me out.
Maybe I am. Maybe I’m lying here wondering what YOU’RE thinking about.
You just told me what I’m thinking about now—you, lying in bed, hot and bothered, and wishing we were together.
What would you do if you were here?
I let out a long, trembling breath. I keep remembering Mallory, Luke, and my promise to my old best friend. The mess with Mallory… Then I force that all aside, quickly turning into my apartment. I take long strides until I’m in my bedroom, knowing I can’t back out now. My mind’s a haze, my thoughts clouded and clashing, making it impossible to think past the immediate lust. I’m hungry, that’s the truth, and starving for Zoey.
Tell me what you’re wearing, or show me.
You want a picture?she replies.
More than anything.
I’ve never done this before. Do you promise nobody else will ever see it?
As I read the words, thunder clashes in my thoughts. I imagine another man looking at my woman when she’s full of lust and newfound confidence, or maybe the confidence only exists over text. Whatever. I don’t care. It exists. That’s all that matters.
I’d never show anybody a photo of you. Whatever you send is just for me. Only me.
I have to stop myself from addingforever.
Okay… but don’t forget, I’m not a model or anything.
There’s something YOU need to stop forgetting, Zoey. You can’t keep putting yourself down. You’re beautiful, sexy, interesting, and clever. You’re the best woman I’ve ever met. You don’t need to criticize yourself for anything.
Thank you for saying that. Let me go sort out your reward.
