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I laugh.

Felicity: Who says I play fair?

Carson: I know you don’t, but I didn’t expect that. I’m going to have blue balls now.

Felicity: I can fix that. Devil face emoji.

Carson: You have no idea how badly I want to climb through that window and make you scream my name. And you would, you know?

That makes my belly clench and I squeeze my thighs together.

Felicity: IDK, I’m not much of a screamer in bed, I tease.

Carson: That’s because you haven’t been properly fucked. I won’t stop until I have you screaming my name and begging me to stop.

Holy shit! My body flashes with heat and need and my muscles tighten.

Carson: By the end, I would have had you in every dirty position your mind can think of and even some you never thought possible.

I have to fan my face as I read that. What is he doing?

Carson: I’m going to watch your tits bounce in my face while you ride every last inch of my cock. And when you come and are too weak to continue, I’m going to bend you over and fuck you until, until…

Damn you. Until what? I wait for the rest. I wait. And wait. And wait. Finally, I text back.

Felicity: Until what?

Carson: You really wanna know?

Felicity: YES!

Carson: Are you turned on right now?

Felicity: Ugh, YES!

Carson: Laughing face emoji. Now you know how it feels. Good night, sweetheart.

Ugh. Fuck you, Carson. I toss my phone back onto the table and stare up at the white ceiling. I should have fucking known.

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In the morning, I wake up and take a quick shower before heading to the kitchen. Mom is already up and the coffee has been made. She’s working over the stove, making pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon.

“Oh, Mom. You didn’t have to do all of this,” I say, pouring a cup of coffee.

“Hush, it’s been a long time since I had a reason to cook. And I enjoy cooking, you know?”

I smile over at her. “I know.”

I take my cup of coffee over to the table and she places a plate in front of me.

“So, how was your night?”

Ugh, how do I even explain it? “It was…interesting.” To say the least.

“Interesting? What’s that mean?” She comes to sit down beside me with a plate of her own.

“We met up with a bunch of his friends from high school. They were cool, but I kept noticing how jealous Carson would get when I’d spend too much time with another guy.”

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