Page 134 of Butterfly Effect

Pretty Boy

Flight tracker said you landed

Me

You tracked my flight?

Pretty Boy

I’m fucking DYING to rail you seven ways to Sunday

Pretty Boy

What did you expect??

Me

You’re so dramatic.

Pretty Boy

Whatever

Pretty Boy

My ass is ready

Pretty Boy

Clean as a whistle

Me

And here I thought I’d surprise you.

Pretty Boy

Nah I’m too quick

Pretty Boy

Like a ninja

Pretty Boy

ETA??

A stiff edge of boot leather bites the back of my knee as I exit onto the curb of his building. The wind on the short walk to the door almost exposes me and my little surprise.

Anticipation has me so wet, my thighs stick together in the elevator.

Wade bounds from the bedroom, meeting my rushed strides. He wins the battle for dominance, and my back meets the nearest wall, pinned under the firm breadth of his chest in a frenzy of crossing limbs and crashing mouths.

My lips burst into a knowing smile between restless, slithery kisses, satisfied with the contact. “Why are you so obsessed with me?”

“You’re insufferable,” he groans. “Why are you still wearing your coat?” His question is closer to a lament and comes with a feverish attempt at removal.

I undo the top button of the coat. “You’ll see in a sec.” The towel does nothing to hide the hard curve between his legs. I toy with the tuck on his hips. “You haven’t been playing withmycock, have you?”

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