Page 110 of Moonlight & Matrimony
Miles: Are you offering to peg me, darlin’?
Not where I thought this conversation was going, but I’ll play.
Maggie: Are you interested, Miles?
Miles: Hmm. Think I’ll pass. Music?
Maggie: My playlist is a mixed bag. Everything from show tunes to folk rock. You?
Miles: Hozier is at the top of my list, for sure.
Maggie: You’ve got taste, I’ll give you that.
Miles: I’d definitely love a taste.
My face is on fire, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to quell the ache. I’m no stranger to the sensation and right now, I need to extricate myself from under my best friend if this conversation is headed where I think it is. I carefully slide out from under Paige, replacing my legs with a throw pillow before inching away from the couch and tiptoeing towards the stairs. Just as I’m closing the door to my bedroom, my phone vibrates with another message.
Miles: Not sure if I can wait until December.
Game on.Instead of tapping out a response, I decide to play with my prey. I quickly strip off my jeans and tank top before heading over to the full-length mirror attached to my armoire. I’ve done my fair share of sexting, and this angle always gets me exactly what I’m after. I muss up my naturally wavy hair, leaving my fingers locked in the strands as I lean my head to one side and cross one leg in front of the other.
My nipples are hard behind my lacy blush bra, my cheeks flushed, looking freshly fucked. I’m a confident 23-year-old woman, and I know I look damn good. I snap a couple of photos from different angles, making sure to get it just right before selecting the best one to send off to Miles. He has no idea who he’s dealing with. Miles, eat your heart out.
Miles: Fuuuuuuuuuuck. Ready to play, little minx?
