Page 8 of Chased at Christmas

Me: I’d pull you against my chest, rub your back, and maybe I’d whisper dirty things in your ear. That always heats things up.

Mira grins wider…thankfully,I wasn’t sure how she’d take that one. We’ve been talking online for months but I haven’t gotten sexual yet, mostly because I didn’t want to scare her away.

Mira: Yeah? What kind of dirty things?

Shit! I don’t know if we’re crossing a line now or not. I should tell her that it’s me messaging her. That it’s me who’s in love with her. Deep down, I know this, but reality isn’t that easy to contend with these days. If I tell her that I’m theWolverine,she’s going to leave. I don’t want that. I need to keep her close.

Me: Do you ever fantasize about me?

She grins wider and types. She likes this. She wants this kind of relationship. She wants this kind of guy.

Mira: I do. They’re pretty filthy, though. It would probably be borderline torture to tell you about them while I sit in a room being babysat.

She glares up at me with frustration.Why am I jealous of myself?

Me: You want to warm up, right?

Mira: Yeah

Me: So, tell me what you think about.

Biting back a grin, she types furiously, pushing her hair back away from her face as she works. The minutes pass, and though I’m a sick fuck for everything I’ve done, I can’t wait to see what she says in response.

Mira: All my fantasies are about domination. Are you into that?

Fuck! What I wouldn’t give to push her up against a wall and make her beg me to eat that pretty, little pussy.

Me: Yeah. I love that. I bet you’d look good on your knees for me.

She unzips her coat and giggles, glancing up at me before sending off another message.

Mira: What kinds of things would I be doing on my knees?

Shit! I brush my arm inadvertently against my hard cock and unbutton the top three buttons of my flannel.

Me: First, I’d want your pretty, little lips on my cock. Then, I’d want you looking up at me with my come dripping off your lips.

Fucking hell! I’m not going to make it. The actual thought of coming in her warm, little mouth has my tip dripping with excitement.

Mira takes off her coat and stares at me before glancing down again. Her breasts are full and her hard, pebbled nipples are raised and begging.

Mira: I’d like that. Then what?

Me: Then, I’d take you off your knees, lean you back, and make you beg to finish.

She squeezes her thighs together and drags in a deep breath, feathering her delicate hand through her hair.

Mira: Umm… I better stop or I won’t make it out of here alive.

Me: You sure? You don’t want to talk about how good it would feel to bend over and take my cock like a good girl?

Mira: Who are you, for real?

The question drives a thundering wave of guilt through me. What am I doing? I’m not only lying to Chevy, I’m lying to Mira too.

Me: You’d be upset if you knew.

I glance toward Mira, wondering if she’s catching on to what’s happening. This wasn’t meant to go so far. I just wanted to be close to her in any way possible. I just wanted to know her. I’d hoped by the time it did, she’d be so in love withWolverinethat she wouldn’t care that he was me. I’m not sure that’s the case yet.

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