Page 88 of The Boyfriend Goal

I send it.

Thirty seconds later, my phone pings.

Wesley: You. Are. Killing. Me.

I grin, giddy on his lust, craving more of it. I write another text. Don’t die before you fuck me again.

But, smiling wickedly, I rethink it. Erasing that. Writing something new. Short, to the point.

Josie: Your turn.

I’ve never sexted before. I’ve never sent naughty pictures. I’ve never received them either. But when my phone buzzes, the throb between my thighs builds. A low, hot pressure spreads in my belly. I click it open.

“Oh my god,” I say, all breath and fire.

It’s a shot of him from the chest down, taken with a view of the naked ladder of his abs. They’re covered by his muscular forearm, his wrist, and his hand, shoving his boxer briefs down. I can’t see anything. There’s no peen in the pic. But it’s clear what he’s doing. The idea of him gripping his cock right now is too much to bear.

I dictate a reply.

Josie: Gonna need a sec with this.

Wesley: Yeah, me fucking too.

Then, I take that second and turn it into a minute or two as I shove my fingers down my panties and imagine Wes taking matters into his own hands across the country.

In a hotel room in New York City, there’s a tall, strapping, six-foot-three hockey stud with inked arms, ripped abs, and talented hands, fisting his cock.

To me.

I am a volcano. And soon, I erupt.

I try to catch my breath, but I’m still panting, still a little electric everywhere as I reply.

Josie: Was that number five? Take pictures of fun times? :)

Wesley sends a picture of his face with a cocky satisfied smile. It makes my chest ache. I wish it were this weekend. I wish he were here. And I know we shouldn’t do this. But I did it anyway. I guess I was in a fuck it kind of mood.

I hop out of bed, grab a few things, then take one more picture. A photo of the list, updated.

Have a one-night stand with a sexy stranger.

Overcome a fear (take a class you can’t prepare for, baby! Psst—improv class time!)

Make a friend who’s nothing like you. You learn the most from them.

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