Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
I think for a moment. What will I write? What will I write? Shit.
I text back my reply.
Why?
I hit send and then scrunch up my face. Oh hell, that was lame. Why did I write that?
He responds.
Why is grass green?
I smile, knowing this is a test.
Grass produces a bright pigment called chlorophyll. Chlorophyll absorbs blue light and red light, but mostly reflects green light, which accounts for its color.
Are you going to continue to answer my questions with rhetorical questions?
I bite my bottom lip and wait for his reply.
There she is.
I smile broadly as my heart rate picks up.
I type back.
When you think of me, what do you think about?
I wait and an answer bounces straight back.
I want to know how you taste.
My eyebrows rise. Holy fuck. That is a great answer. I respond.
And?
An answer comes back.
I want your taste on my tongue.
I frown as I feel my arousal start to rise.
Holy fuck.
Are you still tight?
My eyes widen and I walk into my bathroom to stare at myself in the mirror. Is this really happening? I eventually go back into the bedroom and type a response with shaky fingers. I’m just going to give it to him straight. Oh man. I hope I’m talking to the right guy here?
You have no idea.
I haven’t had sex in two years.
There’s no response straight away. Oh no. Why did I say that? Finally, after about five minutes, a message bounces back.
You sure know how to drive a man insane.
I’m so fucking hard right now.
Holy crap. I’m about to have a heart attack here. I message him back.
Where are you?
What are you doing?
A response bounces straight back.
I’m naked, in bed.
On my back with my legs spread.
My hard cock in my hand.
My eyes widen and I hear Owie call out from the other room. Ah, damn it!
I quickly reply.
Lucky hand!
I put my phone down and quickly walk up the hall to Owie’s room to see he is tossing and turning in bed. “Are you okay, baby?” I ask.
“I feel sick.” He sighs.
“You had too much ice cream.” I sit with him for a moment until he settles. “It’s okay. You’re okay. Go back to sleep now,” I whisper as I tuck him back in.
He rolls over and closes his eyes, and I sprint back up the hall to my phone to read his latest message.
Touch yourself.
Oh hell. He wants a sexting orgasm. Fuck, so do I. I smile deviously as I message him back.
I’ve been touching myself every night thinking about you.
I want the real thing…
A response bounces back immediately.
Fucking hell!
Get your ass over here now!
9
Oh god, I wish…
I can’t.
He answers.
I’m coming to you.
What’s your address?
“Mom,” Owie calls from his bedroom. Oh, fucking hell.
Perfect timing.
I throw my phone down and run up the hall just in time to see Owen vomit all over his bed.
“Oh, baby.”
He starts to cry as he vomits again. I pick him up and carry him into the bathroom.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.”
He cries.
“It’s alright. It’s just a vomiting bug or something. You will be okay.” I take off his clothes and put him under the shower. He finally settles and now I’ve got to go clean the sheets.
So much for my sexting session.
Arousal level… instant zero.
Cameron
I sit at my desk as I roll the pen between my fingers. It’s 6am and I’m at the hospital early. No use me staying in bed. I can’t fucking sleep anyway.
I jacked off three times last night and still I can’t stop thinking about her now.
What’s it going to take to rid myself of this uncontrollable urge to have Ashley Tucker beneath me?
Why did she disappear last night? I thought we were getting somewhere and then… gone.
Maybe I’m reading this all wrong? Maybe it isn’t her? I stare into space for a while as I try to gain some perspective on the situation. I blow out a deep breath because there is no perspective.
This is just fucked up.
She’s my intern. I’m her boss and I have the uncontrollable urge to bend her over every hard surface in the hospital. I rub my eyes and shake my head. Jameson walks past the office and glances in, and then doubles back.
“Hey, you’re in early?” He smiles.
“Morning. I had some reports to get done.”
“Do you want a coffee? I’m going down now.”
“Yeah, that would be great. How’s Hanna?” I ask.
“She’s good. Any day, I think. She’s due on Thursday.”
I smirk. “Four kids, man.”
“Fuck, don’t remind me. I feel old enough as it is.”
He narrows his eyes and I get the feeling he has something to say, so I raise an eyebrow in question.
“Can I ask you something… off the record?” he asks.
I nod. “Of course.” He glances around and then shuts the office door.
What’s this about?
He takes a seat and hesitates for a moment “So… what’s the deal with Ashley Tucker?”