Page 52 of Scandalous Lover

Naomi: I’m moving up to Dom’s house today.

Sam: I heard. He was just here.

Naomi: So much for privacy…

I should be grateful she’s moving out of the room above my office. Out of my building and into the watchful home of her protective brother. Maybe that’ll finally force me to move on from this crazy dream.

Instead, all I want to do is reassure her, and myself, that everything will be okay.

Sam: Dom and Reina work a ton.

Naomi: And I can always hide you in a closet if one of them comes home unexpectedly.

I laugh in surprise and feel myself blush just a bit.

Sam: I didn’t say anything about coming over there.

Naomi: I’m going to talk you into it eventually.

I don’t know how to respond to that, so I just set my phone down. It buzzes again almost immediately.

Naomi: I’m very persuasive.

Again, I set the phone down without responding. And again, it buzzes.

Naomi: Can’t decide what to wear…

I smile at the message, which is not the reaction I expect from myself. I want walls between myself and this forbidden woman, but I also melt because she knows me. Knows what I’m thinking and feeling. Knows when to push and how to get me to do things I never knew I wanted or needed.

When was the last time a woman really knew me? Maybe never. And this woman is just so…perfect.

My phone buzzes again.

I glance down at the screen and see that it’s a photo message. I click into the app so quickly I almost send the phone flying across my desk.

She sent a picture of herself kneeling on the floor of her room in front of the full-length closet mirror. She has on a short skirt and her knees are wide, giving me just a hint of red panties at the apex of her thighs.

The phone covers most of her face. Her long, wavy hair is down around her shoulders, looking wild, like someone was running their fingers through it.

She apparently hasn’t chosen a top yet, because those gorgeous tits I’ve been dreaming about are covered only by an arm draped across her chest. I can’t see either nipple, but I’ve got a full view of the soft swell below her arm.

What is it about her skin and her softness that sets me off the way it does? I stare at that picture long and hard, imagining myself leaning down to bite her soft, tan flesh.

It doesn’t take a full minute before I’m dealing with something else long and hard.

Sam: You know I’m working, right?

Naomi: *crying laughing emoji*

Sam: What are you trying to do to me?

Naomi: *angel emoji*

Sam: I might have to shut my phone off, princess.

I hit send before I can talk myself out of it. I shouldn’t be using that sexy pet name when we’re texting from my office.

Hell, I shouldn’t have a sexy pet name for Naomi at all.