Your body is all I can see when I close my eyes. Then my dick gets hard. Sleeping is impossible with a hard-on. In case you were unaware of that fact.
This is why sleepovers are nice. If you were next to me right now, you could just roll over, and game on.
My core clenches again, and I flush, a reaction to merely thinking about Aidan naked and his attentions focused on me. I add,
If it wasn’t obvious, I’m not good at dirty talk.
I need the opposite of dirty talk to calm myself down. What are you doing later?
Swallowing hard, I try to think where this is going. There is no way in hell Kendall can know I’m seeing someone regularly. She can know I’m dating casually, but to what extent needs to be a well-guarded secret. Kendall feeling secure, loved, and happy is what I will always focus on first and foremost.
Kendall has a parade. It starts at Bronze Bay High School and goes through Main Street at lunchtime. I’m helping decorate the float in the morning. I’ll be dead to the world without sleep, but that’s what coffee is for, right?
Any plans for the evening?
I could be persuaded to accept plans for the evening.
Kendall asked permission to sleep over at Jenny’s with Juliet, so I have the night free.
Aidan texts,
A tour of Magnolia’s Steals? Then a walk on the beach? Cocktails in hand.
Smiling, I reply,
Are you hunting for any specific antique treasure?
I am.
Give me some details so I can look into my inventory beforehand.
Sculpted tail. I’m okay if it’s a little leaky. A smooth finish. Something that responds to only my touch, though.
Pressing my lips together, I try to stifle my laughter, but it resonates in my bedroom louder than it should.
I think I might have something that fits that description. If not, I’m going to auction next week. I’ll keep my eyes peeled.
Auction?
You know, where people sell their old things? Typically, it is stuff left over from estate sales, or someone dies and has a house filled with treasures that their family is trying to sell off. I love a good auction.
Oh, okay. I had something far more nefarious in mind when you said auction.
No one is selling sex at the auctions I attend,
I reply, rolling over again.
Aidan’s message bubbles up.
You just gave me a hard-on again.
You don’t have to pay me for sex. I’m your girlfriend, right? Isn’t that part of the gig? I give it to you for free?
The gray bubble pops up and disappears for a few moments. He’s struggling with how to respond. He begins typing again, and his message arrives.
How long is our relationship arrangement scheduled for?
My stomach sinks.
