Page 23 of Some Nights

Sierra makes a squeezing gesture with her hands as if she was holding the device. “Fry his balls if he gets too close.”

I will do it if I have to. “I just want to divorce him and never have to deal with him again.”

“Show me a photo of your boy-toy.”

She means Jax and though I shouldn’t, I reach for my phone. There’s a message from him which I try to ignore but can’t. It’s an open palm emoji. I know what that means. It’s an allusion to our conversation about spanking. I can see me naked over his lap and almost feel his big hands clashing with my flesh. A fresh wave of need flares through my core.

Sweet Niño Jesus.

I switch to photos and this is probably the worst decision of my day. The first image of him that comes up in my photos is the bed-head selfie he sent me on Sunday. I flip over to one of him at work. I shove the phone at my sister and she whistles low.

“Damn, Saona. ‘David, who’ is right. He’s hot. Is he packing?”

“Sierra.” I’m more bothered by the memories she just conjured—exactly how much he’s packing and how good he is at using that package—than by her nosiness.

“You can tell me.”

“No.”

“I know he is. That blush says it all.” She shoves the phone at me but she smiles again. “Don’t you go to Baltimore next week?”

My inner walls clench and release in anticipation.

“Yes.” I’m proud because I say the word calmly and not with the desperate need to be petted and stroked that is assaulting me.

My sister smiles like she can read my thoughts and I worry. Am I that transparent?

“We need to go shopping. A man that buff, who can obviously put it down, deserves some beautiful panties he can take off with his mouth or tear right off your ass.”

My jaw goes slack and Sierra grabs our glasses and heads to the kitchen.

“Don’t play innocent with me, Saona. I’m just pissed I had to wait three months to find out how dirty of a girl you’ve become. I’m going to refill our drinks and you’ll tell me everything about your hot little bartender.”

Oh God.

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