Page 64 of The Book Signing

Me: Maybe. But from my recollection, you have a fetish for watching ;)

I rub my mouth, worry rippling through me that I typed out something that oversteps the boundaries. We aren’t in international waters anymore, where we fucked around and explored each other. Things are different now. Though theimage of what we did makes me feel a semi-hard coming on.

“Shit, not now.” I try to scratch away at the thoughts of her mouth on me. Her hands on me in the spa. The images are relentless, and the fact I have a case of blue balls is driving me nuts.

Abi: That never happened… Anyway, I need to head off but just wanted to say hi.

And there goes my semi. That response is making it turn into a soft sausage.

Me: Sure, maybe we can see each other sometime. I’m meeting with Tiffany next week, so if you’re free, we can catch up afterwards.

I glance at what I sent, and it hits me clearly how much I am chasing after her. I wooed her before, and now I am chasing after her, asking her out.

Suddenly, the screen goes black, leaving my reflection looking back at me.

Fucking great. My cell just died!

I curse as I stare back at my cell phone, and like lightning, it hits me. My reflection isn’t of Jaxon, the man that loves pussy with no strings attached. No, I’ve… changed. The man in the reflection goes hard at the thought of a woman who isn’t interested in him.

Fuck!

Then another realization hits me.

I didn’t bring my charger with me. If she responds, I have no fucking clue what she says.

The sound of the boiling kettle disrupts the aggravating thought. During the texts with Abigail, I had forgotten my mission for a coffee.

After making the cup of much needed caffeine, I sit back on the couch and blow on the steam. Closing my eyes, I imagine pink hair sitting up on a face of a sexy vixen. A skimpy bikini covers the body as we sit in the spa.

Her shoulders dripping with water, cascading over her tits, and her eyes find mine.

The vision of Abigail forming in my mind makes my dick harden, and suddenly the coffee isn’t important anymore. I place it on the lamp table, forgetting how much I wanted one.

I lean back on the couch and pull down my lounge pants. The feel of my dick is hard, and I move my hand up and down, my mind conjuring up Abigail’s bikini top falling off to reveal two perky tits. Her nipples poke out and I lick my lips as the pace of my strokes increase.

My libido must be missing sex because before I grab a tissue, the ultimate image of Abigail’s bikini bottom disappearing makes me hunch over and orgasm. I come into my hand like a fucking teenager, with no control.

Damn you, Abigail. You’ve turned me into a mess.

ABIGAIL

Shit. Now I feel like a fool. He hasn’t responded yet, despite his quick replies earlier.

I want to see him again. That’s the hard truth, even after swearing I wouldn’t start something with a man like him. But there is nothing wrong with being friends.

I think.

I shake my head and set my phone aside. I think about Jaxon’s comment about seeing Tiffany. She hasn’t mentioned anything about meeting up with him, but despite that, I answered okay, agreeing to meet with him again.

‘You’re being hypocritical’ runs through my head, Tiffany’s words that struck me. I feel like he deserves to hear that from me, to at least let him know we aren’t as different as he may think.

Or maybe that’s too soon? How do I even know he’s not sleeping with someone?

’Give him a chance,’ she’d said to me on the phone. I take a deep breath and exhale, my head hurting from all the annoying thoughts.

I take a sip of the mocha that’s becoming lukewarm as I go through my inner monologue.

Suddenly, or shall I say finally, my phone pings. I set down the cup, forgetting it all together, and grab my cell.

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