I don’t have to wait long before his answer appears. His suggestions come at me one after another, each of them leaping to erotic life in my mind.
On your back.
On your knees.
On my face.
Anywhere and everywhere I command.
I swallow as I read that last text. Part of me flinches at the idea of giving up control to him or any man—an instinctual chafe against an old memory I buried a long time ago. It fades to nothing under the blaze of my arousal for Nick. How exactly would he command me? What other sensual games would he draw me into with him? I’m shocked at how intensely I want to know. How eagerly I am tempted to follow him wherever he may lead me.
I want you at my complete mercy, he adds. Anywhere I can have you wrapped around my cock or squirming under my tongue.
Oh, God. He’s killing me. I lick my dry lips and text back my reply. That certainly leaves things wide open.
Yes, it does. What about you, Avery? Are you wide open for me right now?
I can almost see the darkly amused curve of his mouth as I read his response. Picturing him on the other end of the line as he sends me dirty texts makes my heart flutter against my rib cage. My clit throbs at a slower, deeper tempo, a dull ache I can’t ignore.
Are you as wet for me as I am hard for you right now? he asks.
I am drenched with desire, but the idea that he’s equally aroused is fuel to my fire. My breath races as I read his message. My sex is already pulsing and hot, but now it clenches in response to him. What I feel is primal and raw . . . irresistible.
Flushed with embarrassment and more need than I can handle, I glance toward the open door of the coat room. I should end this conversation before it goes any further. My fifteen-minute break is half over. I need to wrap this up soon and get my ass back out on the floor before Joel comes looking for me.
As for Nick, he doesn’t know I’m at work bartending and I’m not about to tell him that I lied to him about my job last night. Among other things.
My phone vibrates in my hand with his incoming text. Don’t tell me I’m scaring you away so soon . . .
I groan as the last shred of my good sense abandons me and I type my reply. I don’t scare that easily.
His response is immediate. Good. I’d be disappointed if you did.
I grin and push up from the chair. I walk to the coat room door and peek out to the bustling restaurant and bar. My legs are shaky and loose from desire, my hands trembling as I reach for the door and pull it closed. I turn the lock—something Joel explicitly prohibits his employees to do—then I settle back in as my phone buzzes in my hand with Nick’s incoming message.
You haven’t answered my question. Are you wet for me now, Avery?
My finger hovers over the phone’s touch screen, but only for a second. Yes.
Tell me.
I hesitate, uncertain at first. I’ve never done this with anyone before.
Even better, he texts back. Tell me how wet you are.
My cheeks flush, but my reply is anything but meek. My pussy’s drenched for you. Just like last night. And this morning.
It takes him a second to come back with a response. Fuck. Do you know what that does to me?
Tell me. Two can play this game. Reclining back in the chair, I let my legs relax and part, my hand drifting down between my thighs as I wait for his answer.
My cock is hard as hell. Has been since we started talking here. I’m stroking it now.
Oh my God. A jolt of heat arrows through me at the image he’s conjured in my mind. I know what he looks like naked and aroused. I can easily picture his big hand moving up and down the thick shaft . . . palming the broad crown of his gorgeous cock.
My breath slips past my lips on a sigh. I’m jealous of your hand.
Then join me.