Page 92 of Mr. Broody

Thirty-Nine

Jade

I’ll meet you at the corner.

Henry is picking me up with Bodhi today, and we’re going to go to the Lakefront Trail to eat dinner and watch the sunset.

We’re picking you up. From your house.

Don’t you think that will seem suspicious?

I think you’re showing my son how photography works.

Okay, just text me then, and I’ll meet you outside.

No Jade, we’ll come to the door.

You’re being bossy again.

So, I should save my bossiness for the bedroom?

Don’t do that.

Do what?

Don’t get me all hot for your dick right before you’re picking me up… with your son.

Ah… you’re hot for my dick?

From my room on the second floor, I walk down the stairs to pack up my photography stuff I put in the basement when I first got back.

If you must know, I masturbated to visions of your dick last night.

With a vibrator or that King Kong sized dildo you showed me?

These texts are getting into dangerous territory.

Just my good ol’ trusty fingers.

Tell me you imagined they were mine.

I laugh as I reach the main floor. Reed and Mom glance at me from the television with expressions of interest as if they’re wondering who I’m texting that’s making me smile like a goon.

First, what did you do last night?

I head to the back of the house where the staircase to the basement is, happy for some seclusion.

Let’s just say your hand on my dick last night felt really fucking good.

Warm lava spreads through my veins, and my breasts grow heavy.

For me, it was your mouth on my tits.

God, my fantasies are becoming more and more detailed the longer and longer we go without having sex.

Tell me more…

My thumbs hover over the phone, and I wonder if we should be texting like this right before we see one another. The last thing I want is to be sexually frustrated for the rest of the day and not able to do anything about it.

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