“Nope. Not yet. You’ll have to be patient.” He’s fighting a laugh, but I can’t hold mine back.
“You literally just put my hand on your dick!”
He arches a brow. “Yeah, but I’m edging you.”
I point to myself, my grin widening. “Oh, you’reedgingme? Stop reading my Kindle.”
He steps between my legs. “Why? You don’t want me to put you on your knees and call you my good girl?”
Butterflies kick low in my stomach. I’ve always loved when he gets a little filthy, like something out of the darker books I secretly devour. I know he’s partly teasing, but it’s so fun.
I shrug, a smile ghosting my lips. “I mean, I probably wouldn’t complain.”
He pulls me up, hands locking around my waist. “Tell you what. You be a good girl today, enjoy your spa day, useourcredit card—and when you get home I’ll let you suck my dick.”
“You’llletme?”
He leans closer, whispering in my ear. “I promise I’ll make it worth your time.”
I cock a brow. “Yeah? How so?”
He shakes his head. “Not telling. But I’m gonna send you dirty messages. Edging you. All. Day.”
“Can’t wait to see what you come up with. I just hope you don’t find yourself beating off in a bathroom when I respond.”
His chuckle melts into my laugh, both cut off by the warmth of his mouth.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes are soft and full of adoration. “I’m really glad you’re here.”
“Me too,” I whisper.
His hand cradles my face, and we kiss in the kitchen until Matt barges in. He’s shirtless, sweats slung low as he slumps toward the espresso machine. He rubs the back of his neck, shooting us a look. “Jesus. Get a room.”
So we do.
I plopdown on the bed with my phone and the manila envelope Jensen gave me last night.
A missed text from him lights up the screen.
Jensen
I hope you’re ready to be worshipped by my mouth. I’m going to tease the shit out of you. Lick your pussy until you’re about to cum all over my tongue, then stop. Finger you until you’re begging for more. I can’t wait to watch you lose control.
A grin breaks across my face. He’s been sending these every hour, and it’s totally turning me on. I can’t wait for him to get home and deliver. I text him back, trying to one-up him.
You’re the one who’s going to lose control. When I wrap my lips around your cock, I want you to look at me while I take every inch of you—and when I swallow every bit of you. I know how much you love that, watching me take you.
His reply comes instantly.
Jensen
Damn, baby. I’m hard just thinking about it. That’s one of my favorite things.
I laugh, tossing my phone aside. I’ll let him sit with that one for a while. Sorting my pillows, I prop them up behind me and sit cross-legged on the bed. I flip open the manila and tip it over, spilling the contents into my lap. Each letter’s neatly labeled:Week three. Week four. Week seven.
My fingers hover over week one. My heartbeat quickens, my stomach tightening into knots. I just stare at it.
Part of me is desperate to know. To dig into this side of him—what he went through, what made him into the man I see now, how he came out of rehab stronger than ever.
