Page 105 of Broken Dreams

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I squeak and drop the phone. Shit.

I’m not ready. I’m not naked in bed like he said to be.

But again, what if that was a test?

Maybe he’ll spank me for not listening.

Do I want that? Gah! I’m so not sexy.

I reach for the phone that fell under the bed and see another text.

Grady

Addy?

Yes. I want you to use the key.

Okay, I said. I did it. I sent the text. I’m a grown adult who is committing to a sexual relationship with a man who is very good at it.

Go me.

Grady

Are you wet?

I’m beet red, that’s what I am.

Nope. I showered earlier.

Grady

That’s not what I mean.

I really wish I was sultry and not awkward.

You weren’t very specific.

Grady

Fair enough. Is your pussy dripping wet, knowing right now I’m sliding the key in your door, turning the lock, and when I find you naked, legs spread, I’m going to put my mouth there and make you come in less than five minutes?

Yeah, it totally is.

However, he’s not going to find that if I don’t get a move on. I tear my shirt off, tossing it to the floor. I hear the front door close, and I’m filled with excitement and nerves.

I walk around the other side of the bed, grab the photo of Isaac, and smile. “Sorry, honey, not tonight.” I quickly place it in the drawer, rushing back around.

Grady’s footsteps grow closer, and I hear him hit the last step.

Shit.

I work my shorts and panties down, but I’m too late.

“You’re not naked,” his deep voice is soft, but still startles me.

I go to turn quickly, but my shorts are down around my knees and my legs tangle. I flop on the bed—ungracefully I might add—and I hear him chuckle.

“I did say I wanted you on the bed.”

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