Page 15 of Sexting the Boss

Me: And what if I am?

The response comes instantly.

Unknown Number: Then you’d have to prove it.

A slow heat spreads through my body, and my breath shakes as I tilt my head back against the pillow, thighs falling open.

I shouldn’t be doing this. I know that.

But right now, I don’t care.

Not when my fingers are gliding lower, teasing over the slick heat pooling between my thighs. Not when my pulse skips at the next message that appears on my screen.

Unknown Number: Spread your legs wider for me.

A fresh wave of heat rolls through me. I shift, obeying, my heart pounding.

Me: Like this?

Unknown Number: Slide a finger in. Slow. I want to know how wet you are.

A soft gasp escapes my lips as I do what he says, my free hand gripping the sheets. My walls clench around my own touch, pleasure coiling hot and heavy in my stomach.

Me: So wet. I’m making a mess.

Unknown Number: Good. Now, use two fingers.

I let out a shaky breath as I slide another finger inside, my hips shifting, a whimper slipping free as I stretch around the sensation.

Unknown Number: That’s it, printsessa. Fuck yourself slowly. Let me hear you.

My thighs tremble as I press my lips together, trying not to make a sound.

Me: I can’t. My roommate…

Unknown Number: Then be quiet. Or don’t. Let her hear how desperate you are.

A small, strangled sound catches in my throat.

I bite my lip, dragging my fingers in and out, curling them against the spot that makes me see stars.

Me: Feels so good.

Unknown Number: Rub your clit while you do it. Nice and slow. I want you right on the edge before I let you come.

I’m already there.

My free hand slides down, fingertips brushing over my swollen, aching clit, and my body jerks at the touch. I have to bury my face into the pillow to muffle the moan that rips from my throat.

Me: I need more.

Unknown Number: Not yet. Make it last.

I let out a frustrated whimper, my legs twitching as I slow my movements, even though every nerve in my body is screaming for release.

Me: I can’t. Please.

The response comes immediately.

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