Page 57 of Booked on You

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Laughter spills out of me.

Ezra

Send me a picture of you.

Scarlett

You first.

I sit upright, leaning against the headboard, shirtless. I’m wearing a smirk. My hair is messy, and it’s obvious I just woke up.

Ezra

For your eyes only. No sharing me with your friends.

I snap a pic and send it.

She immediately hearts the image, then my phone vibrates with her reply.

Scarlett

Great. Sending to your fan club now.

Ezra

Better not.

Scarlett

And if you share what I’m about to send you, I’ll deny it and tell everyone it’s AI.

The picture loads. She’s holding the comforter over her still-naked body. I see the curve of her shoulders in the early morning light. Her eyes are closed, showing her long dark lashes. Her plump lips are puckered.

I swear, Scarlett’s been conjured straight from my dreams.

Ezra

Gorgeous.

Scarlett

You’re not so bad yourself.

I toss the sheets aside and sit up, ready to start my day.

Scarlett

So, um, how does a girl cash in on our “deal”?

The agreement we made is permanently etched in my memory, but I still tease her about it.

Ezra

Please refresh my memory.

Scarlett

The one where you “own my pussy” while I’m here.

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