Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Curiosity stirred inside me. “Was there something in particular you wanted to talk to me about?”
“We can just chat next time you’re able to,” Chase said.
He was being cagey.
What could he possibly need to speak to me about?
“A client dropped a massive bombshell on me and my coworker this morning,” I told him. “We’re going to be working very late.”
“Sounds awful,” he said. “How about coming over to my place on Wednesday night, then?”
I paused for a moment, considering.
Just say yes. He wants you to be there.
“Yeah. Wednesday. I could do that.”
“We can have a party, cram pack the place with people, blow out the speakers with loud music.”
I snorted. “It’s like you already know my favorite things.”
“You know I’d never do that to you,” he said. “No. Just us, maybe a beer or two, and hell, I’ll even put on some soft, soothing piano music, if that’s what you’d like.”
“No need for that,” I said.
“Anything for you,” he said sweetly. I could picture the smile on Chase’s face—the dimples, the crinkling up near his eyes. “See you then, Adam. I’ll text you my address.”
God, I liked him.
All of my usual social anxiety was still there with Chase, but it was like my insecurities took a backseat to how much I enjoyed myself every time we spoke.
I had moments where I felt like myself around him, which was saying a lot. Sometimes it took me months of knowing someone to even begin to feel like I could be myself, but with Chase, it was almost natural. It stirred up some affectionate place in my heart that was probably misplaced.
I walked the two blocks to the sandwich place and got in line, looking down at my phone as I waited.
ChillyIcyBlue had sent me back a private message, telling me that nothing got him off like my videos did.
Now that was the kind of compliment that could get me through the rest of my work day.
I jotted back a reply before ordering my food.
AdamDix: If you want the honest truth, during my last video, I thought of you specifically.
I was shocked when I got a reply a minute later, waiting for my order to be ready.
ChillyIcyBlue: No way. You thought of me while you had your hand around your cock?
I swallowed hard, my eyes darting around me in the deli as if someone would be able to tell that I was exchanging filthy messages. But everyone else was absorbed in their own phones, staring at the meat counter, or talking to somebody else.
AdamDix: I thought of you as I came, actually. I don’t know you, but I like the comments you leave me. When I was about to lose control, I was hoping you in particular would enjoy the video.
ChillyIcyBlue: Hottest thing I have ever heard.
ChillyIcyBlue: Good God.
ChillyIcyBlue: Like, Adam, you have no idea. You’re making me hard, and I’m at work right now, and I cannot be hard.
ChillyIcyBlue: Fuck.
I tried to suppress a devilish smile as I read his messages. I liked the way this ChillyIcyBlue guy talked, even if I still had no clue what he would be like in real life.
AdamDix: Think of me next time you come?
9
CHASE
When I woke up Wednesday morning, current-Chase wanted to go back and punch past-Chase in the skull.
Why had I thought I’d be able to survive another two days with my dirty little secret about Adam? On Monday, he’d seemed really stressed out about work, and I knew he needed a couple of days to recuperate. But all day yesterday, I’d been in agony, guilt mixing with horniness and desire like some potent, fucked-up cocktail.
The private messages he was sending me on his OnlyShots account were completely irresistible.
Every time he sent me another one, I swore I was going to reply nicely and then stop messaging him on that account until I could talk to him in person and admit the truth.
But I couldn’t stop.
All day yesterday, we’d messaged back and forth, each message flirtier and sexier than the last.
Now it was Wednesday morning. I was going to see Adam tonight, here at my apartment, but right now I was in bed, idly stroking my cock as I opened the message he’d sent me late last night after I’d fallen asleep.
AdamDix: I want to give you something you want to see. Tell me what to do in my next video. I’d probably do just about anything for you.
I groaned as I read it over, giving my cock a death grip squeeze.
He was the hottest person ever. There was no use denying that anymore. Everything inside me told me to stop replying, to just pump the fucking brakes until I could explain everything to him tonight.
But instead, I was bad.
ChillyIcyBlue: Fine, I’ll bite. I have a bit of a thing for lollipops. Don’t make fun of me. Caramel apple specifically, but really anything. If I saw you sucking on one…