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And the message was simple and to the point.
TheColorGray:I’m the one, MC.
I felt like my chest had just been kicked in as I read the words. My breathing coming in shallow pants, shock, surprise, and mortification hitting me like a ton of bricks, I knew exactly who was messaging me. The profile name and my initials were too much of a coincidence for it not to be Grayson fucking Lewis.
The memory of him handing me my phone came rushing back, and this was proof that he’d seen the notification and had been curious enough to look into it. Was it an invasion of privacy? I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t as if he’d gone scouring through my purse to snoop through my phone. He’d handed it over to me, all out in the open, and the message title had been lit up on the screen.
That was something I was going to have to think about. But while I was thinking about it, I replied to his message, because though embarrassed, I wasn’t a coward. I’ve faced worse than Grayson Lewis finding out what I liked in the bedroom.
SPF:Are you, though, GL?
I wanted him to know that I knew who he was. Whatever this was, whatever this could be, it wasn’t going to start off on bullshit. On a site where I could be completely honest with myself and my matches, I wasn’t going to start playing games now.
As I waited for Grayson to reply, I knew I had to send off a message to JustEnoughKink. Grayson coming into the picture changed everything, and I wasn’t going to lead JustEnoughKink on if Grayson Lewis was an option.
But before I could type up a message, Grayson replied.
TCG:You tell me. You already have an idea of what I’m capable of.
That was true. Even without my sexual proclivities coming into play that night, Grayson had been fantastic in bed. He had a huge dick and knew exactly what to do with it. However, there was no escaping that he was only on this site because he’d been curious. Or so, that’s what I thought.
SFP:How long have you been on this site?
TCG:A few hours. I only created a profile to find you.
SFP:So, how do I know you’re really into all this? How do I know you’re the real deal?
TCG:Give me one night to prove it.
SFP:I’m not looking for something manufactured. I’m tired of faking it.
And I must have hit a male nerve because his reply was a little aggressive for this conversation.
TCG:Your pussy leaking on my dick was not fake.
SFP:Let me rephrase. I’m tired of holding back.
TCG:Of you holding back, or the man holding back?
I read his reply twice, and I couldn’t deny the shiver it sent down my spine. He was talking about dual sexual fulfillment. Not just mine, and not just his, butours.
SFP:Both.
TCG:I read your profile, and I just need one night to show you we desire the same things.
SFP:I’ll think about it.
His reply shocked me, and also thrilled me at the same time.
TCG:No other men while you’re thinking about it, M. That pussy’s mine.
I had no reply to that.
Chapter 24
Grayson~
Today was my bi-annual appointment with Dr. Takara Willis. I’ve been seeing her a few years now, and out of all the therapists I’ve seen, she was the easiest to talk to. When I first moved to Chicago, I’d found her immediately, and after a couple of years of bi-monthly meetings, she had graduated me to bi-annual appointments. I compared them to maintenance checkups, until today.
