Page 16 of Sexting the Boss

Unknown Number: That’s better. Beg for it, printsessa.

A sob of need escapes me.

Jesus.

My fingers work faster, the tension inside me winding tighter and tighter. My back arches, toes curling, breath coming in desperate, uneven gasps.

Me: Please. Let me come. I need it.

Unknown Number: Come for me. Now.

The command sends me spiraling.

A deep, shuddering moan catches in my throat as pleasure crashes over me, making my body jerk and tremble, waves of heat rolling through my limbs. I barely manage to stay quiet, my lips parting on a silent gasp as I ride it out, fingers still moving, hips twitching from the aftershocks.

My body melts into the mattress, heartbeat erratic, skin flushed and damp.

I can barely keep my eyes open as I fumble for my phone, typing with shaky hands.

Me: Holy shit.

A second later?—

Unknown Number: Good girl.

A sleepy, satisfied smile pulls at my lips.

I barely manage to type one last message before my eyes flutter shut.

Me: Goodnight, stranger.

My phone buzzes one last time, and I blink blearily at the screen.

Unknown Number: Sweet dreams, printsessa.

And then I let sleep take me under.

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DAMIEN

I have a raging erection.

It’s inconvenient. Annoying. Not unexpected.

I run a hand through my damp hair, exhaling slowly as I stare at my phone, the last message from the unknown number still glowing on the screen.

Goodnight, stranger.

My jaw tics as I lean back in the chair, the leather cool against my skin. My other hand rests against the bulge in my trousers, still aching from the night’s events.

It’s been a long time since a simple conversation—if you could even call it that—has gotten to me like this.

I should be sleeping.

I should be doing literally anything else.

Instead, I’m sitting here in my penthouse office, cock still hard, mind still buzzing with her breathy little pleas.

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