Me: Like that night we met at Cosm
os? You had limited speech that night, as I recall. Bennett . . . oh God, yes . . . fuck me hard . . . don’t stop, Bennett . . .
Charlotte: Yes, you’re amazing in bed, is that what you want to hear?
Me: I want pics of you.
Charlotte: Ha! The belly one is the raciest you’ll get.
Me: Come on, baby. I’m dying here. Give me something.
Charlotte: I don’t think I can. I’d look like an idiot.
Me: You’d look fucking hot.
Charlotte: What if Liam saw your phone?
Me: I’d never let that happen. No one but me sees my phone.
Charlotte: Hmm. Maybe if I wasn’t identifiable in the photos.
Me: Such sexy attorney talk, baby.
Charlotte: You knocked up an attorney, what can I say?
I turned over on my side to face the wall. I didn’t like Liam being five feet away from me right now.
Me: I have a counterproposal, counselor.
Charlotte: Is that right?
Me: Leave me a key to your place in your mailbox. When I get home from my road trip tomorrow night, I’ll come over. Around midnight. I’ll make you semi-speechless again.
My dick stiffened in my sweats, and I had to shift my hips to adjust myself. Would she let her guard down and say yes? I wanted her to so fucking badly.
Charlotte: Okay, I’ll send the pics.
I stared at the phone in disbelief.
Me: Are you fucking serious?
Charlotte: No. The key will be in the mailbox.
Me: Funny shit, Lucy.
Charlotte: I’ll be waiting.
Me: I can’t wait to get my hands on you. Watch my game tonight and you’ll see.
Charlotte: What’s that have to do with tomorrow night?
Me: I’ll be a fucking beast tonight. I’m guessing at least a couple penalties. I’m pent up. Gotta get some of it out.
Charlotte: I’ll be watching.
Me: Be ready for me tomorrow night.
Charlotte: Don’t worry about that. I’m ready right now.