Page 83 of Surprisingly Us

I hit the voice to text and speak into my phone.

Rhys:I’m glad the groceries were helpful. And the tutus were easy once I figured out the knots.

She’s quick to respond.

Princess:Thank you so much! You didn’t have to do that.

Rhys:I wanted to.

Princess:Well, thank you. And the other thing…

Right. The other thing. The thing I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all day.

I hit the talk to text and say the first thing that comes to mind. No, make that the first thing that’s appropriate that comes to my mind.

Rhys:Pleasuring yourself is a natural thing.

Princess:You sound like a sex education teacher I had in middle school.

Rhys:Good. I think it’s best if I keep it professional.

Princess:Why’s that?

This is a test. Repeat, this is a test. Do not engage.

I set my phone down and stretch out on the couch.

Because I can’t stop thinking about what you must have looked like filled with that toy. How hard your pussy must have clenched down on it when you came. Your wetness dripping over the length of it. And that soft, breathy moan that I now know was you coming is etched in my brain forever. I want to hear it again with my fingers deep inside you. With my lipsaround your clit, sucking it hard until you come and beg me to stop.

I let the thoughts in my head run rampant, treating them like the drunk guy at a party who’s annoying the fuck out of everyone, but if you just give him a minute, he’ll eventually eat the pizza you ordered and pass out.

I hit the talk to text button again and give her the PG version.

Rhys:Because I’m your fake boyfriend. It’s my job to make sure you’re not uncomfortable and I take it seriously.

Princess:Is that why you left this morning? So I wouldn’t break out in hives?

“That, and I didn’t want you to see how hard I was thinking about you using your vibrator,” I mumble. My spoken words immediately populate the text message box. Fuck. I hit the talk to text button but that’s not what I wanted to send to her.

When the text shows up on the screen, I fumble to hit the X to delete it but end up hitting the arrow that sends the message instead.

Rhys:That, and I didn’t want you to see how hard I was thinking about you using that vibrator.

“Fucking hell.” I groan as my fingers quickly find the unsend message feature, but it denies me because she’s already read it.

Those three dots appear indicating Lettie’s typing.Fuck. Fuck. Fuuucck.

Princess:Are you trying to make me feel less awkward by embarrassing yourself?

I stare at her text.

She thinks I was kidding. Only trying to make her feel less self-conscious.

I could tell her it’s the truth, but that cracks open a door that I’ve vowed to keep shut in this arrangement. If I agree, tell her I’m only trying to make her feel better, will she be convinced Iwouldn’t react that way toward her? That I don’t see her as the beautiful, desirable woman she is?

It’s better if I take the easy way out. Accept the get out of jail free card that Lettie is giving me after my texting fuck up.

Rhys:Is it working?

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