Chapter Forty-Five
Wednesday and almost another week done. Niamh and I had planned to go out for pizza this afternoon, but the weather’s so awful we’ve decided to stay in. It’s hot, as usual, but today there’s no sign of the sun, the sky beige to the horizon, obscured by the desert, airborne and hovering over the buildings below.
The light indoors is sparse, the sand outside giving the effect of a winter’s day. It’s the kind of day that encourages you to curl up and veg out, let the weather do its thing. So we have. We’ve nibbled on hummus and chips—one of my first experiences of driving in the city was a trip to the supermarket to stock my shamefully empty fridge—and the recently delivered pizza box lies empty on the tiles. My iPod plays quietly in the background and Niamh has a magazine open on her lap as my phone dances across the arm of the chair with a text.
I’ve come to look forward to our texting volleys. Kai gives really good... text.
Hey, beautiful, the little blue bubble reads. It’s insane that those two words make me want to do somersaults.
That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?Our texting sessions so far have been a bit more imaginative, not quite sexting. Maybe more sext-lite.
That was a perfectly reasonable greeting.
I quickly tap out,If a little ordinary...
Sweetheart, I’ll gladly up the ante. What did you have in mind?Quickly on the heels of this text comes,Are you alone?
My eyes flit to Niamh.Damn. Her eyes dance with mischief as she peers over the top of the magazine. ‘You sexting? You’ve gone a bit pink in the face.’
‘Mind your own,’ I answer with a smirk.Niamh’s here, why?
I’m in a meeting and I’m bored. I thought maybe you could distract me a little.
Distract you how?
Dirty pictures, of course.Of course. And get stuffed.
No way, Niamh already thinks I’m sending you smutty texts,I type.
Then,Maybe. And then,I could always excuse myself.God, I’m becoming a perv.You first.
But I feel a little squirmy inside. What would I take a picture of? A nipple? My arse?
I’m not sure it would be wholly appropriate for me to get my cock out in front of business associates. It isn’t really the done thing.
Offer they go first?
I hope that’s not your circuitous way of telling me you collect cock shots?
Get you! You even have the sexting lexicon!I reply.
The little dots move across my screen for what seems like an age. Eventually, Kai’s message is delivered.Well?
Well?That was it? All that typing for...Whoa!A second later, a picture message flashes up. Taken from a sitting position, the edge of a white shirt contrasts against a black leather belt. The tips of Kai’s fingers sit at the bottom left of the screen as slim-fitting grey pants cover his muscular thighs beneath. I drink in the details avidly, but my cheeks must be pinker than pink as I stare at the screen, or more specifically, the taut length of cock straining sideways against the fabric of his pants.
Well?
Hang on. My brain’s a bit broke right now.
Reciprocate. Excuse yourself, go send me something nice. Audio, visual. Either works for me.
I will. But not now. Soon, I type, and,my mouth’s watering and I feel suddenly hungry.
You really want me to respond to that?
Yes, please. No. You should get back to work. You probably need to concentrate.
How do you think I got that hard? I’m a very focused individual and I’m concentrating on YOU right now. Where I want to kiss, lick and bite you. I only want to be one place: between your legs. When I get there, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle or even slow because I miss you. I need my fill. Want to devour you greedily, make you writhe shamelessly. How does that sound?
