Page 176 of Doubts & Fears

REAPER:

I’m a little busy right now. Can we play when I get home?

KINSLEY:

Aren’t you soul snatching? I doubt you’ll be in the mood to play.

REAPER:

We’re working on something else tonight, sweetness.

KINSLEY:

So no migraine or need for me to rub your head and hide from Nik?

REAPER:

Nope.

KINSLEY:

Well then, I’ll have to decline your offer. It’s Nik’s night. I’ll be too busy trying to get him to let me explore his pelvicbones. Again.

REAPER:

You’re so naughty, kitten. Now stop texting me. It’s entirely too distracting.

I unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing and lay down, creating the perfect cleavage shot. The lace of my bra showed the creamy skin on the top of my breasts. I took a picture and sent it to him.

REAPER:

Fuck, you’re killing me. Stop.

I then lay down on my back and unbuttoned and unzipped my jean shorts. I pushed the sides open, took a picture of my hand going under my panties at the top, and sent it to him.

KINSLEY:

Wish your hand was doing this.

REAPER:

You better remove your hand from MY pussy. I didn’t give you permission.

Putting my hand down my shorts, feeling naughty, I traced my center over my panties. My phone dinged three times, but I ignored it. I explored, touching myself, feeling braver than ever before.

But then my phone rang.Alek. I answered, putting him on speaker. “Reaper, I’m a little busy right now. Plus, you said to stop texting you.” Then, for effect, I moaned.

I was hoping to get him worked up. Maybe he’d come home and fuck me in the drawing room, while Nik and Ivan watched.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

“Nothing at all, lying on the couch in the study, bored.”

“Little girl, you had better not be touching my kitty.”

I dipped my hand under my panties and moaned for real when I rubbed my fingers on my clit.

“Mmm, and if I am?”

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