Page 46 of Scandalous Lover

Naomi: Tell me you’re enjoying it.

I almost throw my phone across the room. But in the end, I set it gently back down on the coffee table and rest my head in my hands.

It buzzes again.

Naomi: Are you watching?

I snatch it up and punch out areply.

Sam: No.

She sends a laughing face emoji, but I’m not feeling one bit like laughing.

Naomi: I can see that you are. You’re logged in as yourself.

Damn technology. I should have known she would be able to tell I started playback.

Naomi: You even made your username your own name. Very James Bond of you.

I groan and set the phone back down.

What am I going to do now? She knows I’m watching it.

I’ve been caught red-handed. Literally.

Before my rational brain can come up with a plan, another brain takes over.

I pick my phone back up.

Sam: I’m watching it.

Naomi: You’ve gotten pretty far. Enjoying yourself?

Sam: Yeah.

Naomi: Are you touching yourself?

How am I supposed to answer that? I flop back on the sofa, phone still in hand. I don’t know how to do this. I’ve always been a terribly shy flirt. It could be what’s to blame for my lack of a romantic life. But this is on a whole new level. Sexting? Admitting to a woman over text that I’m jerking off to our homemade porn?

She texts again while I’mruminating.

Naomi: I am.

Damn it.

My fingers move with a mind of their own.

Sam: Tell me.

Naomi: Ooh, he’s going to play. I wasn’t sure there for a moment.

I don’t respond to that, and her typing bubble appears a moment later. My cock is screaming at me, so I fist it lightly as I wait for her response.

Naomi: I love the part where you come in my mouth. Your nice guy act falls away and you start fucking my face as you come. Did you see that part?

Sam: Yeah. I like that part too.

I’m not giving her much, but it’s apparently enough. Naomi takes it and runs.

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