I can’t believe you took them.
Me
Unfortunately. I’m afraid of what I might find while they’re in my care, and I’m having regrets.
Jokes or not, he doesn’t deserve to see you like that.
H.E.
You might have been a little dramatic.
Me
I’m not the one pretending like I’m going to send a photo like that to someone else.
H.E.
Do you want to punish me, Brody?
Goddamn her. I jab the reading light above me to turn it off, afraid I might need to track down a blanket to put in my lap. A text message like that shouldn’t turn me on at thirty-nine, but here I am: daydreaming about her over my knee while I make her ass nice and red.
Me
Do you think you should be punished?
Three dots appear, then disappear. I’m sitting on the edge of my seat, wondering where the hell this is going to go when another message comes through.
Too much? Past a boundary we haven’t talked about yet?
H.E.
I think I’d like to be.
I have to blow out a breath to keep myself from begging the the gods above to fix the weather so the pilots can take off.
Fucking unprofessional, Saunders, my brain screams.You are around your players right now, it adds, but my fingers are already flying across the keyboard.
Me
Get comfortable for the next few hours, sweetheart.
Take a bath. Have some wine.
I’ll let you know when I’m in my car heading to your place, then we’re playing by my rules.
H.E.
I lost the last game we played, and I’m determined to not let that happen this time. What are the rules?
Me
When I get to your apartment, I want you on the bed. Ass up. Face in the pillows. A vibrator between your legs. You’re not allowed to come until I get there, and if you do, I’ll take you over my knee and spank you.
H.E.
Sorry. I dropped my phone.
That’s hot as hell, Brody.
