Page 35 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns
Olivia: And there he goes with his selective reading.
Lucian: I choose to discuss things that matter, if that’s what you’re talking about.
Olivia: Crawford, I need information.
Lucian: You could’ve emailed the contractor directly. But you didn’t. You came to me instead.
Olivia: Because I don’t want to lose that special Crawford discount.
Lucian: Oh, you want the Crawford treatment? I got it for you, baby.
Olivia: I’m serious about this. You’re just making things weird.
Lucian: Oh, sweetheart. If I were making it weird, you’d be squirming right now.
Olivia: You are impossible.
Lucian: Impossible? No, baby. What I am is relentless. And thorough.
Olivia: Can you be thorough with an actual answer?
Lucian: I’m always thorough. In every way. Every inch. Every stroke. Every fucking thrust.
Olivia: OH MY GOD.
Lucian: C’mon, Liv. You walked right into that one.
Olivia: You are the worst human being alive.
Lucian: You don’t believe that, or you wouldn’t be texting me. You keep coming around. Still hanging on to every word. Still secretly wondering how it would feel if I actually gave you the Crawford treatment.
Olivia: No. Nope. Not happening. You’re so wrong.
Lucian: You say that, but I bet you’re already picturing it. Me standing behind you, my hands gripping your hips, pulling you back against me. Whispering in your ear exactly what I’m going to do to you.
Olivia: Lucian?—
Lucian: I’d start slow. Real slow. Letting my fingers skim up your thighs, pushing your dress up inch by inch. Feeling you tremble while I drag my knuckles over your panties, teasing you until you’re pressing your ass back against me, desperate for more.
Olivia: This is NOT what I asked for when I texted you.
Lucian: Maybe not what you asked, but definitely what you need.
Olivia: You’re delusional.
Lucian: Nah, I’m just right. And when I finally slip those panties down, when I spread you open and run my fingers through that soaked little cunt, you’ll be too far gone to care about what you thought you wanted.
Olivia: *Breathes deeply and counts to ten*
Lucian: Oh, baby. Counting to ten won’t help you. Not when I’ve got you bent over, ass in the air, waiting for me to ruin you. Not when I’m dragging the head of my cock over your clit, making you whimper, making you beg for me to sink inside you.
Olivia: This conversation has taken a sharp turn.
Lucian: And I haven’t even gotten to the best part. Because once I’m inside you? Fuck, Liv, you’d take me so deep. Feel me stretching you, filling you, owning every inch of that sweet, tight pussy.
Olivia: I CAN’T.
Lucian: Oh, sweetheart, you can. And you will. You’ll take every inch, let me pin you down, hold you in place, fuck you so deep and so fucking hard that all you’ll be able to do is scream my name.
