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His words come back to me, when he wondered if I would ghost him now that we’ve had sex. I chuckle to myself. Just the opposite. I can’t wait for another taste of him.

At a light, I pull my phone out and open up my contacts, navigating to his name. Best Fuck Ever. I chuckle again. He’s so interesting. I fire off a text.

Me: What are you doing? You want to see me?

BFE: Who is this?

I raise an eyebrow, grinning as the next text comes in.

BFE: Kidding. Of course I want to see you. Meet somewhere?

Me: Same place as before? I can be there in forty minutes.

BFE: Call it an hour and you’re on.

Me: See you in an hour then.

I put my phone away as the car behind me honks, alerting me to the green light. Driving forward, I’m aware of how my body reacts to the knowledge I’m gonna see Blush again. I’m gonna touch him, kiss him, sink inside his incredible hole.

My cock swells in the confines of my jeans just thinking about that gorgeous man. He keeps me on my toes, and I kind of like it.

It’ll be nice to end this night forgetting about serial killers and dead bodies and just focusing on a beautiful man for a few hours.

CHAPTER 7

Blush

After a shower and quick prep, I dig through my drawer looking for some sexy underwear and pull out my lacy pink boy shorts. These make my ass look thicc and juicy. Perfect for seducing my handsome admirer.

I chuckle to myself. Handsome doesn’t begin to do that man justice. He’s like a god. Is there a god of sex in mythology? If so, Whisper is the embodiment of it. And he’s gonna fuck me again. This night just keeps getting better. There’s one less predator in the world and I get to have another epic orgasm.

Digging through my nightstand, I pull out my stash of poppers and choose one. That will really add to the experience. I wonder if I could talk him into ditching the condoms. I’m on PrEP, maybe he is too? The thought is jarring. It’s not like me to take that risk, but something about Whisper feels trustworthy. He’s gotta be the kind to take care of his body and his sexual health the way I do.

After I throw on some jeans and a basic t-shirt, I creep through the apartment so I don’t wake anyone, but I stop when I see Shelby sitting on the couch with our very old laptop on the coffee table.

“What are you doing, Shel?”

She looks up and slightly closes the laptop but then lets it go. “I was researching some things I might be able to do online to make money. You can’t keep paying for everything.”

“Shel, I have to pay rent anyway.”

“I know, but I can help. So can the boys.”

“No, I want them to focus on school and you should focus on Robbie.”

“That’s why I’m looking at online stuff I can do while he’s sleeping.”

“Like what? A lot of those work from home things are scams.”

She looks away, tucking a lock of her brown hair behind her ear. “I could webcam.”

I shake my head. “You know I don’t judge any kind of work like that, but it’s not you.”

“I saw some where you don’t have to show your face. I want to try.”

“You’re an adult and can do what you want, but I don’t want you doing anything because you feel pressured. I got things covered.”

“I know. I don’t feel pressured, I feel…” She shrugs. “Like I want to help.”