He chuckled. “Sounds like a party.”
“You know it.” I got up from my barstool and grabbed my purse. “I better go. I’ve got a guy to console, feed, and shove off to bed, before I rub one out and call it a night.”
“Tell your tits I miss them.”
“I’ll be sure to pass along the message.”
“Do that while you’re spread-eagled on your bed and getting yourself off to thoughts of me.”
“I would, but you haven’t given me anything to have thoughts about.”
Yeah, yeah, I know that was a lie.
Of course, he’d given me things to think about. I had felt his cock.
Believe me, I had a lot of fucking thoughts about that monster.
“I accept that challenge.”
God, he was like the king of one-upping.
“Good night, Cass. Be good.”
“Be sweet, Thatch,” I said and then ended the call.
Be sweet? Did I really just say that?
Hell, Thatcher Kelly hadn’t crawled inside my brain and started demanding attention. And I knew, without a doubt, this situation had nowhere else to go but down…and up…and back down again…on the Jolly Green Giant’s cock.
THE END
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