Page 8 of Sexting the Silverfox

What else what?

What else are you wearing?

I take a deep breath and continue texting.

A white lace bra and cotton briefs. They’re grey. I’m sorry I didn’t match my underwear.

No socks?

Yes, socks. Wool. But the soft kind, not the scratchy kind.

I stare at the three dots on the screen as he replies. They keep flashing, but no response comes. Time passes in the heaviest silence while I breathlessly wait.

Ten minutes later, my phone rings.

Jason’s name flashes across the screen.

“What the hell?” I croak. I feel hot. I’m dangerously curious so I pick up. “Hello?”

The very voice I wanted to hear pours into my ear, sending fire flowing through my veins.

“I’m outside.”

“Outside where?”

“Outside your apartment.”

For a moment, I fail to register the words.

Outside my apartment. Meaning, he’s at my door. My head turns, nearly snapping my neck in the process as I look to the door.

“What do you mean you’re outside my apartment?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.

“Did you think we’d just sext all day without a physical conclusion, Audrey? Or do you want me to leave?”

My legs move before I can do anything about it. “No, no, hold on.”

What in God’s green earth am I doing?

It doesn’t matter. I’m already doing it. My conscience is muffled underneath layers of spicy fantasies that are about to come true. After two years of quiet solitude, every fiber of my being demands this. I leave the sofa and pad across the floor. Opening the door slowly, I sense my breath leaving me as I see him standing there.

“You weren’t kidding about layering up,” Jason says, an amused twinkle lingering in his eyes while his voice echoes through both of our phones at the same time. I turn mine off and laugh nervously.

“Nope.”

His gaze captures mine, and the silence that follows becomes unbearable. All I can do is exhale sharply and stare at him. Tall, dark, and handsome. Those specks of silver in his hair, those fine lines drawn at the corners of his mouth, those delicious-looking lips that stretch into a hungry smile.

“I take it you don’t want me to leave,” Jason says.

His voice is lower, filled with unspoken desires. Brimming with simmering anticipation. I nod slowly and take a step back, welcoming him in. “I apologize for the cold. The building’s new owner promised to take care of it,” I reply with a playful eye roll.

“I think I know the guy,” he replies as he cautiously comes in. “Usually follows through with what he says.”

“I sure hope so.”

He chuckles softly as I close the door and turn around to face him. He’s donning a pair of khaki slacks and a burnt orange shirt underneath a brown leather bomber jacket. I have a mind of running my fingers over the woolen lapels, but he takes it off and tosses it over the back of the nearest chair before I can, his eyes never leaving mine. “You are positively insane, Audrey, do you know that?” he asks.

“Why?”

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