Page 5 of Burn for You (Flirting with Forever 3)

And then because I couldn’t help myself, because need raced right through my veins, because some uncontrollable force moved me, I’d gone there. Yes. This next bit was definitely all on me. All. My. Fault.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: What would you do if we were to meet?

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: Besides arguing with you, you mean? Which I fucking love doing, by the way …

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: Yes. I want to know what you’d want to do first.

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: I’d probably sink my fingers into that long hair of yours, cradle your head in my hands, and kiss you until you’re breathless and the taste of you infiltrates every last corner of my mind.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: Professor. You have a way with words, sir.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: I like it.

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: I like you. Continue our fantasy, please.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I’d mustered courage I didn’t even know I had … and being hidden behind my phone made what I’d said next a little easier. My hands begin to sweat as I reread the next portion of our exchange.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: I’d put my hands on y

ou, use my tongue to lick you everywhere.

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: Damn. That happened fast.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: Too much?

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: I’ll never get enough.

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: Is it weird that just your words make me wet?

Prof.M. to Sherlock4Love: Oh, hell. Did you just tell me your panties are wet?

Sherlock4Love to Prof.M.: What panties?

I huff a laugh at myself. I can’t believe I’d been so bold. I mean, I kind of want to meet this guy at some point, and I’ve gone and shown him a side of myself I wasn’t aware even existed until just now. It’s something he’s bringing out in me. I’ve spent way too many evenings alone thinking of all the things we could do together. And clearly, it’s been way, way too long since I’ve had a date.

“What the hell is going on?” Hadleigh slows as she comes in, eyeing me carefully. She drops the copies she’d just finished making on her desk, crosses the room to me, and perches on Damon’s seat. When she grabs my hands, her expression becomes even more concerned. “Your face is bright pink, and your hands are sweaty. Spill.”

I glance up as Sawyer walks into the workroom and sits down at his desk, his back to us.

I lean in and whisper, “You can’t say anything to anyone. I’m a smidge embarrassed.”

Hadleigh’s head rears back, and she gives me a funny look. “Explain yourself, sister.”

I really feel like bolting out of here and ignoring the whole situation, but I know darned well Hadleigh would be hot on my heels, needing to know what has calm, level-headed me in freak-out mode. “It’s bad. So bad. I, um, I downloaded this dating app. And I’ve been talking to this guy.” I suck in a breath, my emotions bouncing around like a Ping-Pong ball inside my head. I don’t know if I should say anything else. But this is Hadleigh. She’s the queen of innuendo, loves to talk about sex, and frankly, if anyone would understand, it would be her. “I’ve just been channeling my inner Hadleigh and letting her rip all over the place.”

She snorts, her mouth dropping open on a laugh. “Really? Like you’ve found a flirting partner? Or is it more like a sexting partner?”

I nod, ready to own up to it. “It started as the first and now it’s both, but I’m more nervous about the latter.” I allow my teeth to sink into my lip while I wait for her reaction.

“That’s freaking amazing,” Hadleigh whisper-shouts, then slaps her hands over her mouth, eyes wide.

Sawyer clears his throat, back still to us. “What’s the app called?”

“Dammit, Sawyer. You weren’t supposed to hear that.” I grimace, wrinkling my nose, as I stare at his back. His shoulders are jerking up and down a bit, and I’m certain he’s trying not to laugh out loud. Oh, well. What’s a little laughter at my expense, anyway? Sawyer’s a good guy. Truth be told, I don’t mind him knowing. After all, I know most of his business with Hadleigh.

He clears his throat with a chuckle. “Sorry.”

She waves her hand in his direction. “He listens, but he doesn’t care. So, what is this app again?”

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