“I guess.”
He doesn’t sound enthusiastic about it, and I can’t help but agree. It would be nice to be in a private space for once. “Come over?” I blurt.
“You sure?”
I squirm in anticipation. “Yeah. But I will be wearing clothes when opening the door.”
His deep chuckle makes my skin buzz. “Maybe we’ll save the naked routine for next time.”
“Maybe. If you’re a good boy.”
“Oh, honey. I’ve never been a good boy.” His voice is even lower, and it turns my insides into liquid. Melts everything that I am, except for my dick that’s plumping up.
“I don’t think that’s true,” I say.
“No?”
“Nope. I think you know good boys get all the rewards. At least the ones who count.”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll text you my address,” I say.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Good.”
“Bye.” 5
It doesn’t take long for him to arrive; when my intercom chimes, I’m in the middle of pulling on a fresh T-shirt after the quickest shower I’ve taken in my life.