I’d seen, the words I’d heard, the ways I’d been abused? Nah. There were no surprises anymore. We were all fucked up in our own way, all victims of some kind of tragedy, all trying to make it out alive in a world that got darker by the day.
He slid the card into his pocket. “Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me yet. You haven’t even gotten started, and you’ve got a hell of a long way to go.” I checked the time on my phone. “I’ve got to head back.”
He shook my hand and patted me on the shoulder. “Good luck, Trapper.”
I turned and headed back down the hall.
Adrianna had responded to my text, saying she would be calling Jameson by the end of the day and she wanted me to call her when I was free. I closed out her screen and opened Brea’s. There were two pictures attached. One showed her finger, the pad slick and shiny, with the caption, What you do to me… The other showed the inside of her thighs, her fingers resting on her pussy that was covered in red lace. It was captioned, What I can do for YOU .
Before I walked out into the main room, I adjusted my dick, trying to hide the hard-on that was pushing its way out of my jeans. That fiery woman was going to get me in trouble. I still had to sit at that poker table for a few more hours. And somehow, I had to keep my mind on the cards and not on her cunt.
Me: Fuck, Brea.
Brea: You like the red lace, I see.
Me: I like it all, especially the wetness I want to lick off your fingers.
Brea: Can I feed it to you?
Me: Hell yes. I want to eat every part of you.
And once I started, I didn’t plan on stopping.
Brea
“Holy fucking shit,” I said to Frankie as I plopped down in the chair across from her desk. “This guy is on a whole different level.”
“And?”
I was sure my smile was as broad as hers. “And…he now has multiple pics of me in my panties and bra.”
Her smile fell. “Brea, you really need to be careful. What if he shows his friends or forwards them to someone else? Your face could become the next viral meme, demonstrating why not to send sexy pics to the man you like.”
It was so sweet of her to worry. “I love you, and I love you for being so concerned about me, but none of the pictures show my face. Just my body. I could have stolen the pics off the Internet, and he wouldn’t have known.”
She looked at me suspiciously.
“Don’t worry; I didn’t do that. They’re me, for sure. All sexed up. And I didn’t even use a filter.”
She took a sip of her water. “You’re daring.”
“Maybe, but there’s just something about him that makes me feel so comfortable.” I still wondered what that was or if it had anything to do with his mouth looking so much like Cody’s. “Frankie, that’s not even all of it. We’ve been sexting, too. And we had phone sex.”
“You’re making me sweat.”
“Tell me about it. I’ve been dripping for days.” I pulled my chair closer, so I could lean on her desk. “I’ve never been turned on for this many consecutive hours.”
“Oh God.”
“No, seriously, is it possible to be wet for three straight days?”
She picked up a folder off her desk and used it to fan my face. “This reminds me of someone else.”
I knew immediately whom she was talking about. “Hell yes, it does—you, when things started heating up with Derek.” I glanced down at the phone in my lap and was reminded of the texts Trapper and I had exchanged earlier. “He’s not that much different than the guys I’ve dated in the past—not like Derek was for you. He’s just so much more sure of himself than they were, so confident, but not in a cocky way. And he’s definitely more dominant.” The fanning wasn’t helping. “And he’s obsessed”—I pointed at my lap—“with her . He says his tongue is, too.”
“I adore him already. Brea, he sounds kind of perfect for you.”
I let out a sound that was a mix of a giggle and a squee. “I know, right?”
“If you’re building this much
He slid the card into his pocket. “Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me yet. You haven’t even gotten started, and you’ve got a hell of a long way to go.” I checked the time on my phone. “I’ve got to head back.”
He shook my hand and patted me on the shoulder. “Good luck, Trapper.”
I turned and headed back down the hall.
Adrianna had responded to my text, saying she would be calling Jameson by the end of the day and she wanted me to call her when I was free. I closed out her screen and opened Brea’s. There were two pictures attached. One showed her finger, the pad slick and shiny, with the caption, What you do to me… The other showed the inside of her thighs, her fingers resting on her pussy that was covered in red lace. It was captioned, What I can do for YOU .
Before I walked out into the main room, I adjusted my dick, trying to hide the hard-on that was pushing its way out of my jeans. That fiery woman was going to get me in trouble. I still had to sit at that poker table for a few more hours. And somehow, I had to keep my mind on the cards and not on her cunt.
Me: Fuck, Brea.
Brea: You like the red lace, I see.
Me: I like it all, especially the wetness I want to lick off your fingers.
Brea: Can I feed it to you?
Me: Hell yes. I want to eat every part of you.
And once I started, I didn’t plan on stopping.
Brea
“Holy fucking shit,” I said to Frankie as I plopped down in the chair across from her desk. “This guy is on a whole different level.”
“And?”
I was sure my smile was as broad as hers. “And…he now has multiple pics of me in my panties and bra.”
Her smile fell. “Brea, you really need to be careful. What if he shows his friends or forwards them to someone else? Your face could become the next viral meme, demonstrating why not to send sexy pics to the man you like.”
It was so sweet of her to worry. “I love you, and I love you for being so concerned about me, but none of the pictures show my face. Just my body. I could have stolen the pics off the Internet, and he wouldn’t have known.”
She looked at me suspiciously.
“Don’t worry; I didn’t do that. They’re me, for sure. All sexed up. And I didn’t even use a filter.”
She took a sip of her water. “You’re daring.”
“Maybe, but there’s just something about him that makes me feel so comfortable.” I still wondered what that was or if it had anything to do with his mouth looking so much like Cody’s. “Frankie, that’s not even all of it. We’ve been sexting, too. And we had phone sex.”
“You’re making me sweat.”
“Tell me about it. I’ve been dripping for days.” I pulled my chair closer, so I could lean on her desk. “I’ve never been turned on for this many consecutive hours.”
“Oh God.”
“No, seriously, is it possible to be wet for three straight days?”
She picked up a folder off her desk and used it to fan my face. “This reminds me of someone else.”
I knew immediately whom she was talking about. “Hell yes, it does—you, when things started heating up with Derek.” I glanced down at the phone in my lap and was reminded of the texts Trapper and I had exchanged earlier. “He’s not that much different than the guys I’ve dated in the past—not like Derek was for you. He’s just so much more sure of himself than they were, so confident, but not in a cocky way. And he’s definitely more dominant.” The fanning wasn’t helping. “And he’s obsessed”—I pointed at my lap—“with her . He says his tongue is, too.”
“I adore him already. Brea, he sounds kind of perfect for you.”
I let out a sound that was a mix of a giggle and a squee. “I know, right?”
“If you’re building this much
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