MightyPuck:Meaning?
CraftyCutie:We pretend we’re someone else. You can be…Colin. You’re a hotshot player in the AHL looking for some fun. And I’ll be Evangeline, a rich, unbothered goddess of seduction who’s driving you wild.
He sends a few laughing emojis at the intricate backstories I weave for our characters.
MightyPuck:How would that work?
CraftyCutie:It’ll be like a game. Roleplaying and stuff. We’ll keep it secret and only message each other here.
I roll over to bury my face in the pillows to smother a giddy scream. This is insane, isn’t it? Sneaking around with him online might be even more torturous, like sitting at dinner while we message each other on the down low.
Or it could be exactly what I need.
My phone vibrates. I hold my breath to see what he says. He didn’t send a text in our chat.
Instead it’s a voice recording. I scrape my teeth over my lip and press play. Cole’s sultry voice washes over me.
“You want to pretend with me, Evie? Are you sure you can handle playing games?”
Not Cole, I attempt to remind myself. It doesn’t work, not when he calls me Evie. I close my eyes, picturing him tonight, his thick brown hair falling across his forehead, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up over his sculpted forearms.
Just for tonight…
Then we’ll be Evangeline and Colin instead of Eve and Cole. This will be our little secret. No one will find out, especially Dad and Benson.
I’m too nervous to respond with a voice clip. My fingers shake as I type out the rest of my proposition.
CraftyCutie:I can handle it. This is just physical. We can’t have feelings involved. It would be too messy.
MightyPuck:If that’s what you want.
CraftyCutie:So we keep it casual. Just for the winter, then we can stop.
MightyPuck:Deal.
CraftyCutie:You’d be okay with that?
MightyPuck:However you want to do this, let me be the guy when you need someone to make you feel good. Okay? Promise it’s me you’ll call.
CraftyCutie:Okay. I promise.
This is so crazy. My heart drums with hard, exhilarated beats.
I’m about to ask him what he wants to do when he sends another voice clip.
“This club is dark but I’ve had my eye on you for hours. Thinking about all the things I want to do with your mouth at midnight while you tease me with that hot as fuck dress that barely covers you. When the countdown starts, I lead you down the hallway.”
Is he—? My pussy throbs with need as I realize what he plans.
He’s recreating tonight. If we were strangers and there was nothing to complicate this pull between us.
I play along, adding to the idea with my own flair. I text him how I would’ve spotted him early in the night, wanting to tempt him until he was powerless to resist my allure. Excitement would race through me when he takes me into the shadows away from the crowd. Anyone could find us, yet that makes this even more thrilling.
He chuckles in a new recording. “I wasn’t able to resist you from the moment I saw you, baby. I push your back to the wall to kiss you the way I’ve wanted to all night.”
I imagine the devastating kiss sweeping me away. How I’d wind my arms around his shoulders while his hands drag all over my body, squeezing my breasts, skating down my sides to grab my ass while he claims my mouth. I trail my fingers over myself, giving my hardened nipples some attention.
“I’m sucking your neck when I move my hand beneath your dress. Naughty girl, you’re not wearing any panties. Nothing to stop me from sliding my fingers right into your pussy.”
