Page 130 of Mr. Broody

She laughs, and I’m glad to be off the Bodhi topic and on to other things. “My biggest fan.”

“Always.” My hand runs down to my dick, and I squeeze it because it’s already half hard from hearing Jade’s voice. “Where are you right now?”

“In your bedroom,” she says.

“In my bed?” I ask.

“Not yet.”

“Climb in.”

“Bossy.” I hear the rustling of the sheets and comforter.

“Settle in.”

“Your mattress is great. I can’t wait to sleep here tonight.” There’re more rustling sounds.

“It’s torture to know it’s your first time overnight in my bed, and I’m not lying next to you.” A ding alerts me that I have a text. I open it to find a picture of the empty side of the bed she’s in. “You’re rubbing it in? I hate being gone like this.” I sound sullen even to my own ears.

“You’ll be back before you know it. Now, Mr. Broody, where were you?”

“Oh yes.” I scooch down the bed and shed my boxer briefs, tossing them to the floor. “Are you naked?”

“No!” she whisper-shouts. “Your son is a room away.”

I chuckle. “So, you’ll never be naked with him in the house?”

“What if he comes in? I’ll just stay dressed.”

“Jade, there will be a time I’m in that bed next to you, and I would prefer you to be naked.”

“No, I mean, what if he heard us?”

I’ve never had sex with Bodhi in the condo, but eventually Jade will move into our place, and we’re going to have sex with him a few doors down.

“What are your plans right now?” I ask.

She doesn’t say anything other than a “hmm.”

“You were going to fake it?” No way she was going to pretend we were having phone sex and not actually be doing what she was saying.

“Well…”

“I demand that you slide your hand to that delicious pink pussy of yours.”

“Henry,” she says with little fight in her tone.

“Come on, let me get you wet with my words.” I grab my cock. “I’m stroking my cock imagining it’s your hand sinking under the waistband of my pajamas. I hope you’re bare.”

“We’re going to pretend I’m wearing some sexy silk pajamas set, okay?” She laughs.

I’d be cool if she’s wearing those flannel pants from that night she sneaked out. “Sure. But I’m naked already, so you can envision my fist around my hard cock.”

“Shit, you don’t mess around,” she says in a breathy tone that makes my dick twitch in my palm.

“Are your fingers on your clit?” I ask.

The fact that she’s in my house, taking care of my kid has had turned me on all damn day.

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