Then another.
The glow from the screen hit her face, her lips parted just slightly in concentration. Every few seconds, she’d drag her finger across the text, highlighting.
I blinked.
She’s highlighting.
She’s actually highlighting.
I leaned back, trying to ignore it. I couldn’t. My eyes moved on their own, following the slow motion of her hand as the yellow mark appeared on the screen.
And then I saw what she was highlighting.
I leaned down, chest still pressed to hers, my hot breath ghosting along her ear. “Take it,” I whispered, voice low.
I stopped breathing.
She went back, reread it, and highlighted again.
I rubbed a hand over my jaw, swallowing hard. Was she studying this? Annotating it like a research paper?
Jesus Christ.
Her head tilted a little as she read deeper, thumb brushing the corner of the screen. Her lashes fluttered with every line. She didn’t move, didn’t react, just absorbed every word like she was memorising them.
Does she even know what these words mean?
Because I do.
And watching her read them, watching her lips part the way they did when she breathed through her nose like that, made every thought in my head turn to smoke.
She highlighted another line.
“Fuck me… harder,” she begged, voice ragged. “Show me I’m the only one.”
Fuck.
My chest tightened, a low sound building in my throat that I had to swallow before it escaped.
I shouldn’t be reading this. I shouldn’t care. But every word she lingered on felt like it was written to torture me.
She didn’t even flinch. She was just sitting there, on me, reading filth like it was a bedtime story.
And me?
I was losing my goddamn mind over a Kindle.
She turned another page, and I swore I saw the corner of her lip twitch, like she was smiling.
No.
No, no, no. There’s no way she’s smiling at this.
And then, another highlight glow.
My eyes dragged back before I could stop them.
“Please send me the video,” she begged, finger brushing down my chest. “I want to get off on it when I miss you.”
