Page 87 of Mr. Broody

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Henry.

If you can’t say it Jade, then you shouldn’t be doing it.

You’re alone, right? It’d be weird if Bodhi was next to you with us talking like this.

Henry sends a picture of him in bed, the space next to him empty.

Waiting for you.

My stomach somersaults. He’s killing me here.

I’m not the one who wants to go slooowwww.

I can get a babysitter and be ready to nail you against the wall within the hour.

I shake my head.

You know what I mean.

Believe me, I do. I haven’t jerked off this much since sophomore year of high school.

I hear you. I’m gonna need some more toys.

Shit, this isn’t Eloise I’m talking to. This is Henry.

Oh, I like the sound of this. Toys?

What do you want? Pictures?

That WAS my original request.

I could sit here and text with him all day, but I really do have to get ready. I search up the biggest vibrator I can find online and send a screenshot to him.

My latest buy.

He doesn’t immediately text me back like he has been, and I wait impatiently.

Well…

No words?

I didn’t want to say anything, but it’s a little small, isn’t it?

I crack up, my laughter bouncing off the walls.

I have to go get ready.

Come on. Let me see that beautiful face of yours.

I thought you wanted to see more than my face.

Are you offering?

I snap a picture of my leg and climb out of bed.

I do love both of your legs.

Wrapped around my waist.

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