Excerpt:
Me: Don’t you have a cat to rescue from a tree or something?
Beck: Nope. The only pussy that needs rescuing is yours.
Me: LOL. You’re right. Come over.
Beck: Can’t. 12 more hours and then I can finally get outta here.
Me: Aren’t you exhausted?
Beck: No. Been doing nothing but sitting around. Not many fires to put out.
Me: I’ve got one for you to put out.
Beck: Being a fireman leaves us with endless possibilities for innuendoes doesn’t it?
Me: Seems that way. Can I play with your big, long hose?
Beck: LOL. That never gets old.
Me: So. Have you thought anymore about how we’ll play it cool over the weekend?
Beck: I’d much rather you ask me about my hose ;)
Me: Seriously, B. Marcus isn’t stupid. We’re gonna have to keep our distance.
Beck: He’s so far up Tessa’s ass it’ll give me plenty of opportunities to be all over yours.
Me: Yeah, or so you hope.
Beck: Don’t you hope too?
Me: Mmmmhhhmmmm
Beck: Oh, baby. I love it when you text-moan.
Me: Are you wearing your gear right now?
Beck: That depends. Do you want me in my gear or in nothing at all?
Me: Gear = sexy
Beck: You = insanely sexy
Me: Me = horny
Beck: Me = really wish I didn’t have to stay at this house tonight.
Me: I’m about to start a fire just so you can come here. What will cause the least damage but get you here the quickest?
Beck: LOL. Step away from the matches, Riles. We’re not first responders to your hood.
Me: Darn it :(
Beck: You’re cute, sweet thing.
Me: Just cute?
Beck: Hot as fuck too!
Me: Did you ever picture this?
Beck: What? Texting one of my oldest friends? Sure…totally normal.
Me: LOL. No, I mean THIS. I know it’s not really a THIS but still. Did you ever think we’d wind up all flirty and sexty, and screwing around?
Beck: Want honesty?
Me: Always
Beck: No
Me: :(
Beck: But not because I didn’t want it. I always thought you were hot. Always wanted to jump your bones, but the timing was never right and there were too many things in our way.
Me: Hate to break it to you, but all that shit still remains true.
Beck: Yeah, but I just don’t give a fuck right now. Feels too good to care.
Me: Why, Beckster. You rebel!
Beck: I HATE THAT NAME!
Me: Beckster, Beckster, Beckster . . .
Beck: Okay, I’m going now.
Me: NO! Wait. Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.
Beck: Like I won’t be able to help myself to another taste of your sweet, delicious pussy again the next time I see you.
Me: COME OVER NOW
Five minutes later
Beck: Sorry. We got a call. Gotta go. I’ll text you when I get back if it’s not too late.
Me: Bye. Be safe :)
Beck: ;)
I clutched the phone to my chest and leaned back in my swivel chair, swooning. These frequent text conversations were killing me. Meaning: I loved every minute of them.
About the Author:
Faith Andrews lives in New York where she is happily married to her high school sweetheart. They have two beautiful daughters and a furry Yorkie son, Rocco. If she isn’t listening to Mumford and Sons or busy being a Dance Mom, her nose is in a book or her laptop. She’s a sucker for a happily ever after and believes her characters are out there living one somewhere . . .
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