Page 24 of Sext Me, Baby

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Sara:

FFS, knock it off, lol.

If you want me to do this, you have stop talking now.

Operator 69:

Damn. I have to go now, anyway.

I’m supposed to be working but you’re too distracting.

Sara:

#sorrynotsorry

Operator 69:

Good. Bc I like being distracted by you.

Now get going. Think of me dragging you into that restroom to fuck you properly.

And let me know when you’re done. ??

Sara:

Yes, sir. Lol

Operator 69:

Jesus, Sara, you have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized hearing you say that to me.

But when I imagine it, there’s a capital “S” implied.

Sara:

???

Operator 69:

Later. One fantasy at a time, gorgeous. Go…

Sara:

????

I’m so revved up by the time I make it to the bathroom that I come in under five minutes. I take an extra minute to set myself to rights and clean up. Then I finally emerge, still a tad breathless, and run straight into a very firm chest. “Shit, I’m sor— Oh, Will.”

He smiles politely. “I’m sorry, have we met?”

“Yes. I mean, no. I heard them call your name earlier, that’s all.” Smooth, Sara. Reaaaal smooth. “Anyway, I apologize for just barreling into you like that.”

Winking, he says, “Don’t worry about it. Happens all the time. I’m easy to miss.”

His smile grows into something positively bewitching, instantly putting me at ease. I release a heavy exhale and self-deprecating laugh. “Right, because who wouldn’t miss a six-foot-four giant walking around?”

“That’s actually a common misconception. I’m only six-foot-three.”

I nod my head solemnly. “Ah, now it makes sense why I didn’t see you coming. You’re practically a hobbit.”

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