Erica: At least a few more days. Maybe a week, max.
Hunter: I’ll see if I can hold back that long. But the longer this goes, the more tempting it sounds to murder Brad and bury him in the backyard, next to the pool.
Erica: Murdering my brother is just as un-sexy as maiming him.
Hunter: No maiming. No murder. You have a lot of rules, Erica. Maybe I should find a girl who is simpler.
Erica: You know, we could try doing stuff at night. Brad is in his room right now. If we’re really quiet, we could have a lot of fun.
Hunter: As tempting as that sounds, the things I want to do to you involve making a lot of noise.
Hunter: Besides, I don’t want our first time to be sneaky and silent like that. I want to be able to SAVOR you.
I bit my lip and decided it was time to crank up the naughty factor a few degrees.
Erica: Are you sure?
Erica: If you’re quiet, you could sneak through the bathroom right now and take me.
Erica: My nipples are still hard. You could be sucking on them right now, rather than sitting in bed, alone.
Hunter: You’re going to be the death of me.
Hunter: How am I supposed to go to bed while thinking about that?
Erica: You’re not. You’re supposed to come over here and FILL ME.
Hunter: I’d have to bend you over, burying your face in a pillow to muffle your cries.
Erica: Would you hold me down?
Hunter: With everything I’ve got.
I tingled with excitement while imagining what he wanted to do to me. I was as wet as could be, and I knew he was probably rock-hard in the next room. I was tempted to tip-toe through the bathroom and visithim. Would he be able to hold back if I was straddling his nude body, grinding my wet lips against his hard length?
Maybe I should send him a sexy photo, I thought, right as a knock came at the door.
I tensed. Did that come from the bathroom door? Was it Hunter on his way over here to wrap his lips around my nipples, squeezing and nibbling until I squirmed and struggled to stay silent?
“Come in,” I said softly.
But it wasn’t the bathroom door that opened. It was the door to the hallway, and my brother stuck his head inside.
“Hey, I’m not bothering you, am I?” he asked.
“No!” I said with too much enthusiasm. “Of course not. What’s up?”
He stayed in the doorway and held up his phone. “I found a typo on your website. On theAboutpage. You spelledlaboratorywrong. I was afraid I would wake you, but I wanted to let you know as soon as possible, before a potential customer saw it.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you told me now. Thanks. Why were you looking at the website?”
He smiled. “I was going to send it to a few friends of mine from college. My life is a mess, and I feel like I’m barely holding on, so it makes mereallyhappy to see that you’re following your dreams. I’m really proud of you, Erica. You know that, right?”
I smiled at him. “I did know that, but it’s nice to hear anyway.”
He said goodnight, and then closed the door. I let out a long sigh.
I definitely can’t tell him about Hunter. Not yet.