Page 41 of Open for Negotiation
“Will you just hold your horses? I’m sure your tune would change real quick if I told you this book involved a wild threesome with lots of cock and pussy talk.”
Every ounce of energy existing in my body shoots like a lit fuse straight to my dick.
“What?”
It’s the only word I can manage. All of my blood has rushed elsewhere, leaving my brain a puddle of goo with only a vague recollection of the English language.
She laughs at me. “I knew that would get your attention. All right, settle back in your seat and I’ll read you a bedtime story.”
And fuck, what a bedtime story is it.
Hearing those filthy words come from her lips, the erotic commands of the heroes, the cries of pleasure from the heroine, fucking hell, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
“God, this is the hottest book I’ve ever read.”
“Oh, yeah? How is it making you feel?”
My heart is racing. I wouldn’t be surprised if she could hear the thumping through the phone.
“My face is so hot, it’s on fire. I have chills all over,” she quietly moans. “I’m gliding my fingers up my thighs and I can feel the goosebumps.”
“What are you wearing?”
She giggles, “That’s not a very original question, sir.”
“Don’t be a brat,” I tease. “Just answer it.”
“I’m wearing a black T-shirt and panties. That’s it.”
“What color are they?”
“Lavender. They are lacy and cheeky. I like the way they fit my body.”
Fuck. I close my eyes again and try to envision her in them.
“Wear those next time we see each other. I want to see them on you.”
“I can do better than that right now. Hold on.”
I hear her place the phone down and shuffle around her room then go completely silent.
“Scarlett?” I ask to no response. “Did I lose you?”
I check my phone to make sure the call didn’t drop, then I see I have an incoming picture message. I open it up and nearly fall on the floor.
She’s used a mirror to assist, but she’s on her knees, facing away from the camera, now topless with her long, blonde hair flowing down her back, arching just right to give me a full, unencumbered view of her perfect ass in those lavender panties.
“Holy shit.”
It’s all I can manage because, once again, my dick is hogging all of the blood from my brain.
“Did you get it?” I finally hear her say through my phone.
“Yeah, yeah, I absolutely got it. Jesus, Scarlett, you’re killing me here.”
“I like that you’re looking at me right now. It’s turning me on.”
Her voice is breathy and low, seductive and sexy.
