I barely managed to open my lust-crazed eyes enough to send the video with a quick text following it.
Happy Saturday, handsome. Was thinking of you this morning. :*
I dropped my arm and stretched out as I tried to catch my breath. Starting out the day with an orgasm was definitely the way to go. Every fiber of my being was high on the bliss of it, and a certain excitement filled my chest as I waited to see what Bradley would say.
We hadn’t sexted or sent dirty photos and videos since we were teenagers, so I wanted to kick my feet in giddiness. Maybe I’d get a video in return. Maybe he’d see this and go crazy with desire for me, running to get me alone so we could exploremyorgasms together.
Smiling, I left my phone on my bed to head for the shower. It was only nine in the morning, so I didn’t expect Bradley to see the video and respond for a couple more hours. He liked to sleep in on Saturdays.
I stepped out of the shower and pulled on my lavender turtleneck and black overalls before drying my curly silver hair. Saturdays weremydays to do what made me happy, and this one was especially exciting with the way it had started. Nothing like a little selfcare, right?
I practically skipped out of my apartment with my large bag slung over my shoulder and drove to my favorite coffee shop. Before I could even turn off the car, my phone dinged. My heart soared with excitement, and I reached for it once parked, excited to see Bradley’s response. Only it wasn’t a message from him but from an unknown number.
Fuck. Can you wake me up like this everyday? That was so goddamn hot.
I stopped breathing. My eyes widened to the point where they had to be taking up half of my face. My jaw dropped, and the device slipped from my fingers until I stared at the empty air between my trembling hands.
Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuckholyfuck!
I snatched up my phone from the car floor, praying to whatever God existed that when I looked at the screen, it would read Bradley’s name. I practicallywilledthe universe to prove that I hadn’t sent the video of me masturbating to my fucking celebrity idol.
But I guessed the powers that be weren’t listening, because … I’d sent the video toDante!
I dropped the phone all over again to cover my mouth with both hands as I screamed into my palms. I was such an idiot! I literally had no friends, so other than my Dad and afew coworkers, the only person I texted regularly was Bradley. Because he was the only one I talked to, his message thread wasalwaysat the top of my phone, so in my horny-hazed mental state this morning, I’d clicked on the first thread out of habit without actually confirming who it was.
I moved my shaking hands to the hair on my head, tugging on the roots as I freaked out. “Oh my God! What have I done?”
I couldn’t believe it. I reached for my fallen phone a second time and reread Dante’s response over and over. No matter how many times I read it, the nervous panic and embarrassment remained.
What did I do? Did I text him and apologize? Did I just delete the texts and pretend this never happened?
I was stewing in my panic and racing thoughts when a call replaced the texts on the screen. My heart stopped in my chest, and before I could think better of it, I swiped to answer. Fear kept my throat closed tight so that no words came out of my mouth.
After a moment of silence, Dante’s deep voice asked, “Serenity?”
“M-Maybe,” I squeaked.
He chuckled softly, and the sound of a car engine mingled with the sound over the phone. “On a scale from one to ten, with one being ‘not at all’ and ten being ‘ready to go into hiding,’ how badly are you freaking out?”
My white knuckles pressed into my mouth as I managed to respond, “An eleven.”
His rich laughter filled my ear, and the sound did something to me. It heated my blood and made my stomach flip in a way I refused to acknowledge.
“Don’t worry,” Dante reassured. “I know that wasn’t actually meant for me.”
“So you didn’t watch it?” I asked in a breathless rush.
“Oh, no. I watched it,” Dante responded with zero shame. In fact, I swore I could hear the smile in his voice. “Multiple times, actually. Would you like to hear what I did while I watched it?”
Yes.
“No!” I screeched, desperately needing a drink.
Not only was I parched beyond words, but fantasies of Dante stroking himself as he watched my video flooded my head without permission. I’d seen the divine man shirtless in photos, videos, and in concert. His arms and torso were made up of perfect muscles, not to mention the deep V … My toes curled in my boots, and heat flooded my cheeks when I pictured what that crease at his hips led to.
“Fine,” Dante relented, the sound of his amusement still evident. “I won’t say it. I’ll just show you some other time.”
I opened my mouth to remind him that I had a boyfriend.
