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Jillian: How did you know the top two adjectives to describe how I feel right now? Wet and aching are shockingly accurate.
Jones: Because I’ve touched you enough to know what turns you on.
Jillian: What turns me on?
Jones: You like it when I kiss you like it’s something I’ve been wanting to do for years. You like it when I go down on you like you’re the hottest thing I’ve tasted. And you go out of your mind when I fuck you like there’s nothing I want more in the world.
Like that, I’ve entered a state of reckless arousal. I moan so loudly I’m sure my neighbors can hear, and I don’t care. I ache for him. I long for him.
Jillian: If you’re looking for me, my phone officially caught fire and melted.
Jones: Good. So I was right?
Jillian: You’re more than right, and I don’t think we’re doing a very good job at staying apart.
Jones: Are you in my house right now?
Jillian: Sadly, no.
Jones: Then, as far as I’m concerned, this is staying apart. No one ever said I couldn’t send you a dirty text.
Jillian: That was a little more than a dirty text. That felt like sexting. Like more than sexting.
Jones: It’s always felt like more with you. And now I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to be inside you again. So, distract me. Tell me what you told them about me.
I smile now, a giddy grin that seems to light me up from head to toe. I start to type, but he texts again.
Jones: Besides the obvious traits of awesome I possess. That I made you come so hard you saw stars, planets, and galaxies, and that my cock is illegal. Your words.
Jillian: I told them you rocked my world in bed. That you made a difference in the lives of families. That you helped my dad. That you’re very dangerous for me.
Jones: Dangerous?
Jillian: You’re the most intoxicating mix of rough and tender.
Jones: In bed?
Jillian: In bed and out of bed.
Jones: And do you like that mix? I think you do . . .
Jillian: You know I do. You’re sweet and sexy. You’re funny and kind. You’re jealous and caring. You listen. And you also make my toes curl, my knees weak, and my?—
I send before I finish the last word. My fingers went too fast.
Jones: What was the last my . . .?
You make my heart flutter.But I can’t say that to him yet. Once those words make landfall, you can’t take them back. I’d be putting that fluttering heart on the line.
Jillian: My belly flip . . .
There. That’s safer.
Jones: I wish you were in my bed right now.
See? He likes the sex talk, too, and as I contemplate a naughty reply, he’s typing back.
Jones: That’s because the most dangerous thing to me is how much I like it when you’re curled up in my arms and you fall asleep with me at night. Because that means you’ll be in my arms when I wake up.
