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I want you in my bed tomorrow

Me

So demanding. What happened to saying please?

Cam

I will not be the one begging, Josefine

Me

And I will?

Cam

Yes. While you’re gagging on my cock

I completely forgot Millie was wedged against me until she gasps and throws her hand in the air in triumph.

“Jesus!” I yelp. “You scared me.”

But she just laughs.

I nudge her with my elbow. “Go sleep on your side of the bed.”

“Not a chance,” she says. “This is just getting good.”

“Mills,” I plead.

“Fine.” With ahumph, she scoots over and switches off the light.

When I turn back to my screen, I’m met with a picture of Cam.

Holy.Fuck.

I tap to enlarge it. He has one hand inside his black boxer briefs. It’s obvious he’s hard and that he’s gripping his girth. The waistband of his underwear is slightly pushed down his abdomen, revealing a light smattering of hair.

Cam

That’s what you do to me, baby

Baby.

Me

You’re distracting me. I need to go to bed

Cam

Fine. But I *will* see you tomorrow, gorgeous

Gorgeous.

Me

Yes, sir

Cam