Page 29 of Fling

Claire: And what’s that?

Jack: You

Claire: Careful, flattery will get you everywhere x

Jack: Oh yeah? Well, just imagine how much I could flatter you behind closed doors . . .

Claire: You’re just going to have to tell me . . .

Jack: Well, first, I’d walk up behind you and kiss your neck . . .

Claire: Yes . . .

Jack: Then I’d take you in my arms and kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before

Claire: I bet I’d feel so small in your manly arms

Jack: Oh you would. So small that I’d pick you up and throw you on the bed

Then I’d start to kiss your neck and slowly move down your body.

Claire: Go on . . .

Jack: Then I’d start kissing all over your body, ripping off your clothes as I go.

Not even caring if I tear them

Claire: Oh yeah . . .

Jack: I’d put my hand around your neck and whisper in your ear that your pathetic husband isn’t worthy of your body. It’s mine now, not his.

Claire: Yeah, keep going . . .

Jack: Then I’d put my hand on your neck. Not tightly . . . gently.

Just enough pressure so you know that I’m the one in control

Claire: Yes! Then what?

Jack: Then I’d ask you if you were ready to know what a real man feels like.

Claire: And I’d say ‘Teach me’

Jack: And I’d say . . .

Claire: Yes, tell me what you’d say, Jack . . .

Jack: Good girl

Tara was breathless. She hadn’t ever experienced this kind of titillation from texting before. She had read erotic novels, sure, but nothing compared to the fact that Jack was on the other end, sharing the experience with her. She felt completely immersed in the fantasy with him. Like she had just lived through everything he had described. Her legs were like jelly.

Jack: I hope that wasn’t too much? I got a bit carried away.

Claire: No, it wasn’t too much at all, I was just catching my breath.

Jack: I’d love to see what you look like right now . . .

Claire: That’s against the rules . . .

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