Chapter Twenty
Bailey was gratefuldigital pictures didn’t wear and tear around the edges, the way physical photographs did. She’d stopped short of making the image of Jonathan her phone wallpaper, but only barely.
A week after he sent it, she admitted it wasn’t enough.Send me another picture.She settled onto the couch for their nightly conversation.
You know what I look like.His reply came seconds later.
But I like the reminder. What are you wearing?
Nothing.
She didn’t know if it was meant to be an off-the-cuff version ofnothing special. The image his response summoned was anything but benign. Memory blended with fantasy, teasing her with thoughts of him naked and in her bathroom, pinning her to the wall. Kissing every inch of her.That’s tempting. Send me a picture.
You wicked girl. Are you asking me for a dick pic?
So he wasn’t tossing out casual answers. If she took this further, it would hurt when it was over. She missed his touch. Whether they were screwing or just wrapped up together on the couch, she longed for it.I might be.
Her phone chimed with a new picture. When she pulled up the shot of his nipple, she laughed out loud. The note that followed said,You don’t get the good stuff right off.
Still sexy, she replied.
I want one in return.
Desire raced through her, drawing her senses to life.I didn’t agree to that.
I showed you mine...
Arousal tingled in her nipples, traveled to her belly, and focused in her core. She grasped her courage, stripped off her shirt, and snapped a picture of her bare breasts.
Wow. I got the better end of the deal.
Like what you see?Sending the teasing message was easier than giving attention to the need throbbing between her thighs.
I’ll put it like this. It’s a good thing I’m not wearing anything, because I’m rock hard, and slowly stroking my dick.
At the blunt confession, her skin heated to scorching.Over a picture of me?