“Not much I can really do about it,” I say with a shrug. “But I’ll be in Chicago again next weekend. And then we have the Berkshires. I’m just taking it a day at a time. She’ll get there.”
He gives me a half-smile that saysI’d hate to be you, and shifts the conversation to work.
Matt sits back down and asks Kevin a question, and Alley’s laugh pulls my attention. I look over my shoulder, catching her watching me. She doesn’t look away, just holds my gaze, a faint grin tugging at her mouth before she finally looks down at her phone.
Seconds later, mine buzzes.
Alley
Do you have a boner?
I chuckle to myself. She’s so damn cute.
Why? You wanna sit on it?
Alley
Depends…
On???
Alley
On whether you can be sneaky.
A grin spreads wide across my face.
Babe—sneaky’s my middle name.
Alley
Wanna meet me in the back room?
Depends…
Alley
On???
I feel Matt’s eyes on me, but I don’t look up. I’m too focused on the next text. Gotta get it just right if I want her all hot and bothered.
Whether you can be quiet when I drag my tongue up the center of your pussy. I don’t want anyone to hear when you cum. That’s for me. Only me.
I look up. Matt’s smirking, glancing between Alley and me, eyebrow raised. It’s hella fucking obvious.
Don’t care.
I catch her reading my text. Her eyes go wide, and she bites her lip, failing to hide the smile that’s creeping in as she types.
Alley
Hope you brought a gag.
My blood’s already rushing south before she even drops her phone on the counter, says something to the girls, and walks out of the kitchen. Down the hall. Toward the back room.
I stretch my arms over my head, then stand. “Gotta pee.”
Matt chuckles. “Sure you do,” he mutters. Then, louder, “I know how you always love the halftime show.”
