Dane: Because you’re drawing pleasure from giving pleasure.
Me: Is that bad?
Dane: No. It’s good.Verygood.
Me: So why is it bad?
Dane: Because you’re drawing from the wrong man.
Me: Oh?
Dane: Yeah.
Me: And who’s the right man?
Dane: Gods, I can’t wait until I can see that smart mouth of yours in person.
Me: Don’t threaten me with a good time, Dane.
Dane: It’ll be a good time. I promise you that.
The three dots appeared and disappeared a few times before another Snarl hit my screen.
Dane: You are worthy of being pleased, too.
My smile dropped. How does heseeme so well?
Me: What do you mean?
Dane: You deserve to have someone meet your needs.
Me: Oh.
Dane: Oh is right.
Dane: Now spread your legs for me.
Me: What?
Dane: You read that right.
I did as he said before writing him back.
Me: They’re spread.
Dane: They’re not unless I’ve got proof.
Dane: Spread those legs and send me a picture of what’s mine.
Me: Yours, huh?
Dane: Yes. Mine.
“Ow,” I cursed. I’d bitten my lip so hard, I tasted copper.How did he know I hadn’t spread my legs yet?My dress was hiked upand sat above my waist, my skin hidden by the darkness of my room. I tapped the flash, lowered my phone, and waited for the lens to focus in on my thighs. Releasing the button, I smiled as I sent the Snarl.
The seconds ticked by as I waited with bated breath. Although I didn’t knowwhatit was, there was something I needed. None of the guys I’d spoken to or spent time with knew what it was. They couldn’t show me and I wasn’t going to ask. As those three little dots lit up the screen, I wondered how Dane would respond.
Would he prove me right and notice that I’d disobeyed? Or would he not pick up on it? And which of the two did I want to happen? I wanted him to guess it right. I wanted him to know. I needed Dane to be everything I fantasized about, everything I searched for in the dark romance books I hid beneath my pillow. As my phone lit up and his message appeared, my eyes hungrily scanned over his words.
