Page 31 of Hard Rock Heat
I showed you mine,he texted when I didn't write back.Now you show meyours.
We're not kids anymore, Damon,I scolded, typing with shakyhands.
Good thing, or else you'd get in trouble for having a photo of my dick on yourphone.
I began to type the words,You're such a….but didn't finish the sentence. Damon was so many things I didn't even know where to begin. Another series of messages flashed while I tried to think how toreply.
I can just imagine the flush on your face right now,he wrote.You're probably bright red. Bet you can't get the sight of my cock out of your mind. You'll be thinking about it for days. Thinking about how good it would feel to touch me with your own hands. Thinking about how good it will feel to have me insideyou.
Damon had called it. My cheeks were red. My belly was tight. My mind was in thegutter.
Sexting really washot.
I snuck a glance out the window of my office. The blinds were pulled down. No one would be able to see in. It was late in the evening. I was probably the only oneleft.
I have no idea why I did what I did. I'd never done something like this before. Maybe it was because I liked feeling naughty. Maybe because Damon's words had more power over me than I'd everthought.
I quickly unbuttoned the first few buttons of my blouse, revealing just a hint of my purple lace bra. I angled the phone towards my chest and snapped a quickpic.
Damon had me doing a lot of things without thinking. I didn't know if that was going to end up being a good thing or a bad thing. All I knew was that heat had begun pooling in my core, and it had been way too long since I'd felt thatway.
A little harmless flirting couldn't hurt,right?
I hit the send button before I could thinktwice.
Fuck, came the single curse word.Your tits aregorgeous.
That now familiar sense of pride came overme.
I just wanna suck on them 'til you're squirming and panting for more, hewrote.
That's never gonna happen,I wroteback.
Why, because you don't let guys suck on your tits if you're notdating?
Yes,I saidsimply.
But you'll send them dirty photos?he continued.What else do you do with guys you're notdating?
I let them have a little taste of what they're missing until they decide to man up and ask me out properly.I didn't even try to hide the snappy tone behind thewords.
My phone went silent for longminutes.
Exactly how much of a taste are we talking about here?he finallywrote.
What do you mean?Iasked.
Send me a pic of you touchingyourself.
I let out a vexedlaugh.
Don't push your luck,I wrote.Cleavage shots are all youget.
Damn. I was hoping to get some more wankmaterial.
Good night Damon,was all Iwrote.
I put my phone on silent mode and threw it in my purse before gathering my things and leaving the office. I knew he'd probably responded after my last text, but I was determined to ignoreit.
