Perfectly Toxic (Sterling Shore 9)

BELLA: Stupid fucking porn phone! PANTIES!!!!

BELLA: Ethan? You still there?

ME: Yep. Watching the crazy from this side is entertaining.

BELLA: You’re an asshole.

ME: Speaking of assholes…

BELLA: Hell no. You’re not getting anywhere near my ass mole!

BELLA: mole!

BELLA: Damn it!! I mean HOLE! I have no ass moles!

ME: You’ve already killed the illusion. I’ll never see you the same.

BELLA: I’ll see you later. I’m going to go break my phone for a while.

ME: Hey, I bought you something. :O

BELLA: What the hell did you buy me? I hate gifts.

ME: Nothing much. Just got one of those damn racks for your million shoes. I’ll have one built for you soon but this will work in the meantime.

ME: Bella?? You already gone?

BELLA: I’m here. Thank you. I’ll reward you in less than two hours.

ME: Countdown begins.

***

ME: Do you always have to work so much?

BELLA: I’m trying to get on at a couple of private practices. They’ll have better hours. I’m not supposed to have my phone on the floor, so maybe they’ll fire me if they catch me. ;)

ME: If I could cook, I’d start dinner for us, especially since you’ve been cooking so much. How about I have takeout ready and waiting?

BELLA: Since I’m starving, I’m good with that second option. Should be another hour, tops.

ME: I’ll grab something from that Chinese place you like. See you when you get home.

BELLA: Are you not going to ask what I want?

ME: Nope. Pretty sure I have all that shit memorized.

BELLA: That’s sexy.

ME: Me knowing what food you like? In that case, I’ll be naked when you get home. I expect another reward.

BELLA: Too hungry. Food first. Sex later.

ME: We’ll see…

***

“Right there,” Bella moans, arching as I hit the right spot. “Oh damn, you’re so good.”