Page 32 of A Forbidden Spring

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MERRICK: So am I

MERRICK: You should send me a picture of your tits—it would make this day so much more bearable

WREN: OMG I’m putting my phone away

MERRICK: (sad face emoji)

WREN: I thought you were too old to use emoji

MERRICK: Keep it up and see what happens

Alittle thrill shoots down my spine, knowing he’d absolutely deliver on that promise. And because I like him all riled up—for me—I make sure the door is locked before lifting my shirt, squeezing my boobs together, and taking a picture.

WREN: (boob selfie)

MERRICK: Fuck

MERRICK: I swore out loud

MERRICK: Totally worth it

MERRICK: Fuck, baby you’re so damn hot

WREN: Be good, Mr. Ellis

MERRICK: Only until I’m home

WREN: Then what?

MERRICK: Then you’re mine

MERRICK: I’ll let you know when my flight gets in—I want you naked and waiting

WREN: Do you have any idea how bossy you are?

MERRICK: Yes

WREN: *sigh*

MERRICK: What if I say please?

WREN: Are you?

MERRICK: No, but what if I did?

WREN: You’re ridiculous. I’m putting my phone away

MERRICK: Please.

WREN: I guess we’ll see

MERRICK: Wait

WREN: What? Some of us have jobs to do…

MERRICK: Ha—tell your boss to fuck off

WREN: I did and he told me to watch my mouth

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