Page 35 of Evil Enemy
Fuck. I think I was.
Eve
Yes.
I held my breath, gripping my phone tighter with every passing second. “Come on, come on.” I took a sip of water, trying to drown the sudden dryness in my throat.
Boston
Soft or hard?
I spat the water everywhere, coughing as half of it went down into my lungs.
Eve
You’ve never sent a dick pic before, have you?
Boston
No.
Eve
Hard. Always hard.
Boston
Give me a minute.
My nipples stiffened beneath my bra, and an insistent ache rose from between my thighs. I leaned back in my chair, imagining Boston slipping his hand beneath his sweatpants and stroking himself.
The ache between my legs became a pulse.
Eve
You need any help?
Boston
You going to send me a photo to jack off to, Eve?
Tempting. I had a couple of naked selfies on my phone, locked away in a private folder. But we were trying to even the score here, and besides, I was saving those photos for someone I truly trusted.
Boston and I weren’t there yet.
Eve
No. But does it help if I tell you the thought of you getting yourself hard is really turning me on? I’m in the office at work, with a club full of people outside, and yet I’m seriously considering joining you.
Boston
Do it. Fuck. What are you wearing?
Eve
T-shirt and cutoffs.
Boston
