Istretch out in bed and let it welcome me like an old friend. This is the sweet spot; I’m relaxed, showered, and alone with my thoughts. I still need to Christmas shop. My tree is done, thanks to Carlee’s overly cheery ass. She wanted to make sure it was done before she went out of town. I have no idea how I ended up with a female best friend, but that shit is exhausting. Too many thoughts. I don’t know how her twin brother, Ron, does it.
I snap my finger at a memory; I need to send Bree my usual wee-hours-dirty text. I’m already smirking as my thumbs fly over the keyboard. Shaking it off my face, I vow to seduce her tomorrow night—well, technically, tonight, depending on how you look at it. I need to stop talking to her every day; It’s becoming a habit. A habit that is not good for my lifestyle. I leave the bar early on Thursdays; it will be perfect.
Jason: I’m currently imagining my dick buried deep inside of you.
I’m sure my text will amuse her when she awakens. Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths to slow down my thoughts and prepare for sleep.Hearing my phone vibrate undoes my relaxation, breathing immediately.
Bree: Ugh, Jason. Haven’t you already met your Get Bree Wet quota for the day?
I laugh but my dick stirs like he was called into action.
Jason: It’s a new day…
Bree: Apparently ??
Jason: Are you wet?
Bree: It’s my new default setting since you’ve made it your mission.
Jason: Then you’ll be nice and ready for me to eat your pussy.
Bree: Gah…Jason!
With a chuckle, I press the call button. I want to hear her aroused voice.
“Hello?”
She sounds so damn sexy…
“Why are you awake?”
“Your texts aren’t really putting me in a restful state.”
“But, you were already awake before I sent them.”
“True. I’m job hunting for the new year.”
“Really?”
“Yes. My position was temporary due to grant funds. I took it for more experience.”
“What do you do?” I ask, realizing I don’t know much about her.
“Research Scientist."
“Makes sense with all ‘scientific questions’ you ask.”
“Yeah. I like it, but I keep accepting grant positions at universities then have to reshuffle when it’s over and find a new one.”
“But your uncle—”
“Is rich enough of me not to work,” she cuts in. “I know. I do it because I like it. I have a curious mind.”
I laugh in the dark at that understatement. “I’ve noticed.”
“Do you sleep naked?”
“Case in point.” I joke without answering the question.
