Page 53 of Texting, Trouble & Touchdowns
Lucian: What if Sarah gets lonely and needs a male role model?
Olivia: You have Sarah. She’s with you right? Did you leave her alone? Oh my God, I knew you were irresponsible, but . . . I’m breaking into your house and saving her.
Lucian: I’m kidding, she’s right here. We just went on a walk to Central Park.
Olivia: You’re the worst.
Lucian: See, that’s my point. What if you get lonely? You don’t even have a dog to keep you company.
Olivia: What’s your endgame here?
Lucian: You’re all alone in that big empty house. It’s late. The wind is howling outside. You’re lying in bed, thinking about me . . .
Olivia: I am not thinking about you.
Lucian: Oh, but you will be. You’ll be curled up under the covers, missing my voice, my hands, my mouth . . .
Olivia: I can't miss what I’ve never had. Spare me your texts and leave me alone.
Lucian: You can have them if you ask nicely.
Olivia: Not happening.
Lucian: Come on, sweetheart. Just a little “please, Lucian,” and I’ll show you precisely what you’re missing.
Olivia: I think I’ll pass.
Lucian: You think. But I bet you’re already picturing it. Me, standing behind you, my hands sliding down your arms, grazing your hips, pulling you back against me until you can feel exactly how bad I want you.
Olivia: I’m picturing a world where I never met you.
Lucian: Liar. I bet if I slipped into that bed with you right now, you wouldn’t push me away. You’d let me roll you onto your back, spread those gorgeous legs, and take my time tasting you.
Olivia: I . . .
Lucian: Slow strokes. My tongue circling that pretty little clit, teasing, dragging out every second until you’re gripping my hair, arching, begging me for more.
Olivia: Leave me alone.
Lucian: Tsk, tsk. That’s no way to talk to the man who could have you dripping for him in under a minute.
Olivia: Bold assumption.
Lucian: Not an assumption, sweetheart. It’s fact. You want me. You just like fighting it.
Olivia: You have serious issues.
Lucian: You have serious temptation right now.
Olivia: :ghost: emoji
Lucian: And there you go again, ghosting me. I’m about to set the scene.
Olivia: Don’t set any scene.
Lucian: In my scene, it’s actually your mouth that we put to good use. Do you want me to tell you more?
Olivia: No.
