Can I Come Over

“We won’t,” he said. “Not in the way that we discussed. I think three weeks is a bit too long to see each other. I also think that you shouldn’t have to fly to see me every time.” He placed his hand against the small of my back and gently caressed me. “I wanted to meet you here to show you that I’m serious about being with you for the long-term. Well, that, and I couldn’t get a seat next to you on your flight.”

“How long are you planning to stay in town?”

“Depends.” He paused, cupping my face in his hands. “I’m the boss, so there’s no true time table.”

“My place is nowhere near as big as yours.”

“I’m aware.” He smirked. “I booked a hotel room for next week.”

“So, you’ve already assumed that my place isn’t good enough for you?”

“That’s not the reason at all.” He pressed his lips against mine and kissed me deeply, making me remember exactly why I never wanted us to end. Why one taste of his mouth could make me do anything.

When he pulled away from me, he stared into my eyes for what felt like forever.

“I think we can really make this work,” he said. “Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He kissed me again—even longer this time, far more possessive this time, and everything around us faded as he tightened his grip around my waist.

“Did you really book a hotel room?” I asked, breathless.

“Not for tonight,” he said. “And it’s not just for me. You once mentioned that you’d never stayed at the resort property that I own here, so we’ll just visit there at some point.”

“So, you’re joining me at my place tonight?”

“I hope so,” he said. “Can I come over?”

Epilogue

1 Year Later

Letter Topic: A Potential Lawsuit & His Digital Cock

Dear Christina,

I’m still waiting to receive payment for the scenes that I contributed to your latest book, His Digital Cock. I recall telling you exactly what to write, how to write it, and showing you exactly how the hero needed to fuck the heroine against the hood of the car for that rain scene.

Seeing as though your readers feel that those are the best parts, I feel entitled to financial compensation.

I’m considering a lawsuit if you don’t agree to give me a percentage by the end of the week.

Love,

Dane

Letter Topic: Re: A Potential Lawsuit & His Digital Cock

Dear Dane,

You’re sitting twenty feet away. Is it really necessary for you to message me? (Then again, since you still have yet to answer my question from last week, here it is again: Why did you buy the Words & Letters app? What do you plan to do with it?)

Feel free to continue waiting for payment.

You contributed two lines to that book, and I highly doubt that any lawyer worth his salt would take me to court over your “Make her pussy a bit wetter here,” or “Make him fuck her three times instead of two,” suggestions.

You will be known as the biggest asshole in the world if you sue your newly wedded wife of three months.

You can always look up from your phone and start talking if you want to continue this conversation.

Love,

Christina

Letter Topic: Re: Re: A Potential Lawsuit & His Digital Cock

Dear Christina,

This email is completely necessary as I’m admiring the view in silence. Spread your legs a little wider for me, please.

(I bought the Words & Letters app for my wife. She mentioned wanting to own something like it a couple of months ago, so she could expand it into an author network if I remember correctly. Don’t tell her that it’s one of her birthday presents. I’m not sure if she’ll like it.)

If there’s no compensation for that book, then there should be some for the others I’ve made contributions to My Fair Lady & His Thickness, Sleeping with the Hard Enemy, and of course, Falling for My Dad’s Best Friend.

You’re probably right about a lawyer not wanting to take on my case. Especially since I’m open to settling for something else: My wife sitting her pussy on my face. (Do you understand these not-so-subtle hints, or do I need to make this any clearer for you?)

I’m fine keeping my eyes where they are now.

I love you.

Dane

Letter Topic: Re: Re: Re: A Potential Lawsuit & His Digital Cock

Dear Dane,

OMG. WOW!

Thank you so much for purchasing the app for me. I do love it, and I had no idea why you kept insisting that I sign those strange gift papers last week. It all makes so much sense now.

The only thing that you currently contribute to my books is a sex-filled distraction whenever I’m trying to write them. Not that I ever mind.

You should’ve opened with that request in the first place (Yes, I get that.)

Lean back for me.

I love you, too.

Christina

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THE END