Abby: So, you have a whole list of things you want to do to me, huh?

Me: Oh, yes, beautiful. The things I want to do to you could fill one of these dirty books of yours.

Abby: Care to elaborate?

Me: I’m scared if I do, I may never be able to stand up and get off of this subway.

Abby: So, I shouldn’t tell you how horny I am right now or how ready I am for you to come fuck me?

Dear God.

Me: How do you want it?

Abby: You know how I said the other night was vanilla? Let’s take it a step or two past that.

She’s so cute. Vanilla or not, sex with Abby is something special. And I love seeing her come out of her shell a little bit. I want to make her feel comfortable enough to where she gives me all she has.

But I won’t rush her.

We can take baby steps.

I type out my reply.

Me: Anything you want, beautiful.

Chapter Twenty-four

Abby

I worked a little longer than I planned to today, so when Don is already knocking on my door when I am still drying off from my shower, I’m not surprised. With a towel still wrapped around me, I go to answer it.

I swing the door open to see him standing there, leaning up against one side of the door frame looking sexy as ever.

Eyeing me up and down, he asks, “Do you know how hard it is to focus on a work meeting when I’ve been, not only listening to your dirty books but also reading your filthy little texts?”

I feel my cheeks already heating. I shake my head back and forth. “Nope. Why don’t you tell me?”

Stepping through the doorway and closing the door behind him, he startles me when he lifts me and tosses me over his shoulder. With long strides, he heads straight to the bedroom. “I’d rather show you,” he growls.

Why is that so fucking hot?

When he reaches his destination, he gently lays me on the bed. That’s where the gentle ends, though. His lips press against mine, not wasting any time in pushing his tongue inside. He holds himself up with one hand while taking the other to rip the towel from my body. His fingers then begin to tease between my legs.

“I just got here, and you’re already so wet,” he groans between kisses.

“Maybe I was thinking about you all day too.”

“What were you thinking about?” He asks.

“The things we were texting about. All the things I want you to do to me.”

“You said you wanted more,” he whispers. “Do you still want that?”

I silently nod.

“You know the deal, Abs. You have to say it.”

“I want more.”