Alex:Youdothat.
Alex:So…did I mention about tonight? Erin's taking me to pedicure night with your sisters-in-law.
Riley:Oh myfuckinggod.
Riley:You don't havetogo.
Riley:Come home and beat me with your tiny handsinstead.
Alex:Excuse me? Tinyhands?
Riley:Yes, Honeybee. They're child-sized.
Riley:I love you and your little hands. They make my cock lookenormous.
Oh shit.I've never said thatbefore.
"Riley!"
My head snapped up at the chorus of siblings shouting my name, and my phone slipped from my grasp like a greased pig. I shot out of my chair to grab it, but knocked my water bottle over in the process. The phone landed on the ground as I surged forward to save my laptop and notebook from the flood. Cups of markers and pencils fell victim to my hasty rescue efforts, spilling and rolling off my desk. I froze in place, desperate to end the chainreaction.
"I'll get the paper towels," Andycalled.
"That was quite the trick," Tom said from thedoorway.
I was holding my notebook and laptop—both blessedly dry—aloft, and asked, "Has anyone seen myphone?"
"Yeah, we've seen it," Matt murmured, scowling at the floor. Sam, Patrick, and Shannon stood beside him, all making faces as theylookeddown.
"I'd rather not be seeing it," Shannonadded.
"What, exactly, am I seeing?" Patrick asked, cocking his head totheside.
Sam reached into his pocket and whipped out a handkerchief. "And all along, everyone thought I was the pervert," he said. Using the cloth as a shield, he plucked the device from where it had landed on the rug. He handed it to me, pinched between two fingers like it was a pair of pungent old gym socks. "Pleasedisinfectthis."
I dropped my things on the chair behind me and murmured my thanks when the phone was back in my hands. One glance at the screen explained their reactions. It was filled with thumbnail images from last night. Close-up shots of me pushing inside Alex. My cock, shiny with her arousal. Her clit. The underside of her breast. Anipple.
Everything. They'd seen all the things that belonged to me, and I couldn't get any ofitback.
The air rushed out of me like I'd been punched in the gut. I pitched forward, bringing my hands to my knees as I struggled tobreathe.
"All right, okay," Shannon said as she came to my side. She patted my shoulder and murmured quiet words that my brain was too frantictohear.
All those times that I'd found myself a party to my siblings' private moments, was this what it was like for them? Because I wanted to simultaneously hide under my desk and beat the shit out of them until they promised to wipe out any memory of thosepictures.
Alex is going to slice my balls right off when she finds outaboutthis.
"I know I shouldn't be enjoying this," I heard Sam say, "but Idefinitelyam."
"Am I the only one taking issue with him scrolling through those photosin the office?" Patrickasked.
"Shut up. You've had sex in the office," I growled, my head still between my legs. "Repeatedly."
He didn't botherdenyingit.
"RISD," Matt called. "You need to lock that shit up. Encryption. Thumbprint password. Retina scan. All of it. You cannot walk around with sex photos on your phone." Without dragging my gaze from the hardwood floor, I flipped him off. "I'm not trying to be an asshole, man. Just being honest. If you're not careful, you'll accidentally forward an entire album to a contractor, or post it toFacebook."
"He's right," Sam added. "And you have lost five phones in the past fouryears."
