“Come round now. I’m not doing anything. We can have a quick cuppa together before Anna arrives.”
“Ugh, you’re a lifesaver. I’ll be there soon.”
“Love you.”
“Love you.”
I hang up and bolt upstairs. I throw my hair up into a messy claw clip, and make sure Basil has enough food to last through the evening in case I end up crashing at Gemma’s. As I check everything, I sigh in relief, thankful Gemma had a fresh bag of litter delivered. I spot Basil and plant a kiss on his head. “Please don’t crap on the floor.”
I dash out the door, popping my AirPods in as I rush to the tube.
I arrive at Gemma’s flat fifteen minutes later and, as usual, I start skimming over her bookshelf, trying to distract myself from the clusterfuck I’m about to unload on her.
I pull out her latest purchase, a smutty monster romance, and flip it over to read the blurb. I shelve it, laughing after I spot the wordmilking.
I love Gemma, but our mutual love for romance novels starts and ends with hockey.
“I loaded up on Oreos.”
I jump, startled as Gemma strolls into the lounge carrying a tray with two steaming mugs of tea and a packet of biscuits.
“You’re an angel.”
I join her on the sofa and pluck an Oreo from the tray. I dunk it into my tea before taking a bite, the chocolatey flavour melting on my tongue.
Gemma’s phone lights up, and she takes a long sip of her tea before setting it down and leaning over to read the message. “It’s Anna. She’ll be here in five.”
“Fab,” I say, nodding towards her bookshelf. “When did you get the new monster romance?”
“Last weekend. I was on a date with a guy from that kink app, Evan. We met at Green Park, so I dragged him into Waterstones. He was totally smitten, obviously—I was wearing that off-the-shoulder top that makes my tits look lush, and he insisted on buying it for me. It was a great date, actually. We walked around St. James’s Park, had a coffee by the lake, and watched the birds. Then we headed over to Soho for a drink. I brought him back to mine and …” She trails off.
“Oh God, what happened?” I ask, chuckling. I will never tire of hearing her dating horror stories.
“Your imagination couldn’t even conjure this,” she says.
My brows knit together, and I turn to face her fully. “Try me.”
She closes her eyes dramatically, blowing out a long breath. “We went back to mine, and things escalated pretty quickly. We started making out—you know how much I love making out.” She gives me a pointed look, and I nod as she continues, “I was in his lap on the couch, and he asked if he could suck on my tits. So, I called him a good boy. You know how I’ve been wanting to explore my Mommy Dom side.”
Of course, I didn’t know, but I nod all the same.
“Well, I pulled his dick out and went down on him. Then told him to bend over my lap so I could spank him.”
My eyes widen and I almost spit out my tea.
“After that, I told him to wait while I grabbed some lube.”
I have no fucking clue where this is headed, but I tell her to keep going.
“When I came back, he was on all fours on the couch, ass up like a bitch in heat.” She pauses, shutting her eyes for a moment.
“Oh God,” I whisper.
“I know. I told him I wasn’t into eating ass.”
“I don’t think that’s an unreasonable boundary to set.”
“He looked so disappointed, but I just couldn’t do it, you know? So, we had sex instead, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse?—”
