Page 61 of Dance of Defiance
Val, I’m so fking sorry. Please.
Me
okay
Roman
you’ll meet me?
I suck my lip between my teeth, feeling my cock starting to thicken.
Tempting, Roman. Very, very fucking tempting.
But he won’t get off that easy—pun totally fucking intended.
Me
I’m over the hit. That doesn’t mean I’m going to jump up and rush on over just because you’re horny.
Roman immediately starts typing, and I watch the three dots appear, disappear, appear, disappear, over and over. Until…
Roman
I just want to apologize
Me
lol ok
Roman
this isn’t about wht hpned. I mean…bfor the elbow.
Me
lol “whAt hAPpEnNed”.
What are we, fucking twelve? Use your big boy words, Roman. This isn’t about ”that time we made out in the steam room andjerked each other off”. Or “that time I was a subby, horny little slut for you, Val.”
About what happened.
Fuck right the fuck off.
Me
If we can’t talk like adults about how hard your fucking cock got when I jerked you off, and how much you whimpered and moaned for it, then I don’t know wtf there is to talk about.
Those fucking dots appear and disappear a bunch of times before he finally figures out what to say.
Roman
U came on to ME
My mouth drops open.
Yeah, we’re fucking done here.
I close the text exchange and slip my phone into my pocket before I step back into the VIP area and slide back into our booth.
