Page 67 of Dirty Like Brody

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The nightworeon.

Brodydidn’ttext.

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I’d almost fallenasleep when a burst of laughter from Roni’s room jolted meawake.

Okay, maybe I wasasleep.

Slow, sexy music was still playing faintly from my laptop. Pink Floyd’s “Hey You.” The words jarred me from my daze. Something about being naked… and sitting by aphone…

I wasn’t naked, but… I groped for my phone tocheckit.

There was a newmessage.

Brody:Thinking aboutyoutoo.

I blinked as the light from the screen stung my eyes, making sure I’d read the wordsright.

He’d textedmeback.

And he was thinkingaboutme.

Instantly, I was wide awake. I turned the phone to vibrate so I wouldn’t miss any more messages, and texted himagain.

Me:I got your messages. Just wanted to think about some things before I got backtoyou.

Then I chewed on my lip and waited, but I didn’t have to wait long before hetextedback.

Brody:Uptoyou.

Well, he sounded pissed.Still.

But at least he was textingmeback.

Me:Is it lame if I apologize over textmessage?

Brody:Yes. But I’lltakeit.

Hmm.Progress.

If only it werethateasy.

I took a breath and tookaleap.

Me:What r udoing?

Brody:Eating take out in myunderwear.

Okay. Maybe itwasthateasy?

Because I got a definite visual on that. A visual he wanted metoget?

Brody lounging back on his bed, long legs crossed at the ankles, all naked and tattooed except for a pair of… briefs? Black briefs? Really, really small ones that barely covered hisbigdick.

Yeah, I was a pervertlikethat.

I pictured him with a take-out container in his lap, next to his big dick, and maybe some chopsticks? Slurping onnoodles…

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