I reached over and grabbed my phone. Laying back on my pillow, I stared at the screen.
Winner: Glad I could be of service. Any other services I could offer you tonight?
Instantly, my day flashed before my eyes. Nice, sweet, at peace.
I needed these days. I was in control of them.
I set my phone back on the nightstand, resolving to just ignore him. I needed to just act like I never read it, continue with my day of bliss.
The more I pushed myself to do that though, the more I considered the text.
What else could he offer me? Especially tonight? I knew he was just trying to get under my skin and make some ridiculous sexual advance but could he have really meant it? Would he follow through if I asked him to?
Not that I ever would. I hated everything he was doing. Hated his secrets, his lies and the way he made me feel out of control.
But I loved it too. So much so that I felt the wetness between my thighs.
Maybe I could keep control and see what he meant. I didn't have to see him. I didn't have to indulge in the emotional rollercoaster of being near him. Just a simple texting conversation. I rationalized.
I snatched my phone back up and typed a response quickly.
Aubrey: What exactly are you talking about, Jax?
Winner: I got a response. So, you're interested. I never label shit between me and you. So, let's just start with you telling me where you are and what you're wearing.
My stomach flipped. This was wrong, still I didn't hesitate to reply.
Aubrey: In bed. My tank and shorts.
Winner: Black?
I smiled.
Aubrey: Lucky guess.
Winner: Have you slipped your hand down those shorts yet?
My breath hitched. He was seriously going to do this. I'd never sexted or had phone sex before. Anticipation zinged through me.
I slid my hand in slow.
Aubrey: I just did.
Winner: Bad girl.
My nipples tightened as I imagined him saying just that softly in my ear. My eyes fluttered shut as I brushed my finger over myself with one hand. As my phone vibrated with another text, my body responded to just knowing more of his words came in. I moaned and cracked one eye to read it.
Winner: Take it slow.
I bit my lower lip, knowing I should slow down but not wanting to. I rotated my hips into my hand, rubbing myself faster.
I jumped when my phone rang. I swiped the screen when I saw it was him.
“What the hell, Jax?” I answered.
“You’re supposed to be taking it slow, Peaches.” His voice was gravelly, like he was lying next to me, ready.
“I could not be taking this anywhere,” I retorted.