My breaths come out easier. Does he mean that? Is it because of me? Am I asking for too much if I want it to be?
I Am Sleeping:Why’s that?
Purple Lover:I think you know why.
I Am Sleeping:Tell me.
I shift in my seat, resting my elbows on the table.
Purple Lover: Because none of these guys on here are you.
Warmth spreads across my chest and reaches my lips. I smile. My lips lift with no intention of coming down anytime soon.
I Am Sleeping:What made you join to begin with?
Purple Lover:I was trying to draw a line . . . to remain professional.
I Am Sleeping:And how is that working out?
Purple Lover:Not very well.
A laugh slips past my lips. Not sure there’s any going back from it now. At least not when it comes to him.
I Am Sleeping:Whatcha doing, cutie?
Purple Lover:Getting ready to leave for work.
I Am Sleeping:In one of those cute skirts of yours?
My cock stirs in my pants at the thought.
Purple Lover:No, a dress.
I Am Sleeping:Let me see?
Seconds later, a photo of him standing in front of a mirror loads. He’s pursing his lips, his hair is tucked behind his ears, and he’s wearing a pink plaid dress with spaghetti straps. He looks phenomenal.
Another picture comes in and I choke on my next breath. Sitting in a chair, his legs are spread and he’s wearing black lace panties.
I Am Sleeping:Those are pretty panties. They for me?
Purple Lover:All of me is for you if you want it.
Fuck, do I ever.
I Am Sleeping:I do. Show me some more of what I get to have, baby.
Purple Lover:Okay.
I nearly drop my phone when I see him on all fours on the floor, with his ass in the air and his fingers tugging his underwear to the side to expose his purple pucker. Fuck. Me.
I Am Sleeping:Do I get to touch you this time?
Purple Lover:Yes.
I Am Sleeping:Hurry up and get here then.
Purple Lover:Show me what you’re wearing first.