Page 3 of After-Hours Heir

Baby: I’d do more than kiss you.

She arched her hips up slightly, a response to restlessness between her thighs.

Baby: Or perhaps it’s more about where I’d kiss you.

She let out a hard breath and laid her head back on the couch arm. He was going to kill her. She didn’t know why it was like this. She didn’t know why typed-out words from a man she’d never seen got her hotter than any guy she’d ever known in real life.

Her twenties had been hijacked by her family’s financial issues and her dad’s death, but she knew if dating had been really important to her she would have found the time, probably. She’d found the time to knit, after all.

This wasn’t knitting.

Baby: First on your lips, of course. But then I would kiss your neck.

She slipped her hand between her thighs.

Baby: I would strip you naked and kiss your breasts, down your stomach, right to the center of your thighs. I wouldn’t be able to get enough.

How did he know? He didn’t even know if he thought she was pretty. The idea of meeting him terrified her for that reason. What if he didn’t like her? What if midsized redheads with frizzy hair weren’t his thing?

What if…

Baby: I’d push two fingers inside of you as I ate you.

Kid: Yes. Yes. Yes.

It had embarrassed her at first. But now she got consumed by it. By him. By all the dirty things he said to her. And she said them back.

Kid: I want you. Please.

And he told her exactly how he’d take her, in detail.

Her release came hot and fast and if anyone had been there to see how easy it was for him to get her there with a few keystrokes she’d have died. But this was her secret. Their secret.

In the aftermath, she sat there, breathing hard.

Baby: I don’t do things like this.

Kid: And you think I do?

Baby: I don’t know, maybe you have ten men on retainer.

Kid: Very gendered speculation, Baby.

Baby: Ten people.

Kid: Just you.

She sat there and stared at the text box. Dots appeared: he was typing again.

Baby: I’m a very powerful man, you know. That I’m sitting here typing these things out when I could simply take a woman to bed… I don’t understand it.

Something about his words hit her, hard and square. Made her heart beat faster.

Kid: A very powerful man? Is that something that gets a response out of women?

Baby: Very gendered, Kid.

Kid: Women. Men. Anyone.