In His Bed (18+)

Chapter 36

I was lying in the bath – a candlelit luxury reserved for those nights Mom was out working – when his message came in.

Drying my hand on my towel, I picked up my phone and read:

"Can you come over tomorrow?"

Replying, I typed, "Sure. I got some replies to the listings that I want you to look over."

"That's not what I meant."

I felt my pulse spike, desire warring with caution.

"We can't – not with Faith home."

"Her grandparents are in town – she'll be at Amanda's all week."

A thousand sinful possibilities filled my thoughts...

Biting my lip, I typed, "You don't say?"

Smiling impishly, I opened the camera app. Holding up my phone, I snapped a picture of my bare breasts, wet and gleaming in the candlelight.

I sent it with the caption, "Did you miss me?"

Almost immediately, a Facetime notification popped up.

Opening the call, I was met with the sight of Jason Coleman in his living room, delectable in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

His dark eyes devoured the image of my naked curves.

"...yes."

Frowning slightly, I asked, "'Yes' what?"

Looking up, he answered, "'Yes', I missed you."

He missed me?

"Yeah?" I whispered, my voice as unsteady as my heartbeat.

"I spent the whole week stuck in boardrooms-"

"Poor baby."

"-and I just kept wishing I was between your pretty thighs."

"Oh?" I asked, angling the camera down, "You mean here?" Dipping my free hand beneath the water, I touched the place that throbbed for him.

He smirked, "You gonna give me a show, baby?"

Slowly, beginning to stroke myself, I nodded, "I'm your slut, Jason – I'm gonna give you anything you want."

I watched as his eyes darkened, "Then you'll be quiet for me, won't you?"

Savoring the gradual, building pleasure, I shook my head, "No need – I can be as loud as I want – I'm home alone."

And, suddenly, his attention sharpened.

As his eyes took on a devious gleam, I could almost see the plan forming in his mind.

"Really?"

Wait-

"Jason, no-"

His lips curved in a predatory grin. "How long do you have the place to yourself?"

Well...

Glancing aside, I began to seriously consider it. "Until about seven, eight am?"

"And you don't want me to come over and spend that time fucking your brains out because...?"

I mean, when he puts it like that...

Still, I hesitated.

"It's just... the apartment's kind of messy?"

The excuse was flimsy as hell, and we both knew it.