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It’s time I steered the conversation in that direction. My core aches. My body betrays me. My mind, I assure myself, is my weapon. My body can do whatever it wants.

Evie: I get you. But let’s not pretend that’s all that’s going on here. I haven’t forgotten what you said to me in the garage. You wanted me when you saw me. The truth, Mr. Kidnapper? I wanted you too.

I remind myself: this is part of the P-L-A-N, nothing more.

Three dots – disappear – three dots again…

When no message arrives, I type another.

Evie: I can’t believe what we did in the garage. It was so hot. I didn’t mean to let it get that far, but when you touched me, it was like I lost control. I had to tell you to stop, because if I didn’t do it then, I wouldn’t have been able to. My body was sore all over. It still is, thinking about it, about you, about what we did… and what we might do again.

This is all a trick, right?

So why the heck is my body aching like every nerve is burning up in wildfires of lust?

I go on.

Evie: It’s so lonely down here. Meatball is asleep. I’ve got nobody to keep me company. What are you doing? Are you still on the estate? Or have you left me all by myself?

A long pause, more appearing and disappearing dots, and finally he texts.

Dom: I’m here. I’m trying to sleep. It’s difficult.

Evie: Is that because you’re thinking about me?

I lean back, way too comfortable, crossing my legs as sweat slides down the back of my neck and my inner thighs throb insistently.

Dom: Yes. I also wasn’t born yesterday.

Evie: What’s that supposed to mean?

Dom: Do you expect me to believe you’ve gone from hating me to missing me in the space of a few hours?

Evie: When you held up your hand and showed me how wet I was for you, it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. THAT’S what I believe.

I need to chill… I want to reach down and stroke my hand along my folds.

Dom: When I felt how wet you were for me, I almost lost it, too.

My heart beats quicker.

Evie: ‘Lost it.’ What do you mean by that?

Dom: I mean, I almost tore off your shorts to reveal your perfect wetness. Almost laid you on the hood of my car and opened your thick, curvy legs.

This is moving beyond a plan. The muscles in my thighs burn from squeezing them so hard. My hand twitches as though screaming at me to touch myself.

Evie: Then what would you do after that?

“This is part of the plan,” I whisper aloud, but the shiver in my voice sounds unconvincing, even to my own ears. “This is about escape.”

Dom: Then I’d bring my rock hard cock to your soppiness. I’d drive in, push deep, fill your body and make you tremble with passion. I’d start slowly, sliding out and then in, making you feel every moment of pleasure. Before I even considered cumming inside of you, I would need to feel your tight pussy pulsing around my cock and your juices flowing down my dick.

I stand up, pace the bedroom. My body is shaking. I need to get a grip.

If I can keep calm, I can use this to my advantage.

Melting into the lust is just too tempting.

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