You’re welcome. What organizations do the other ones choose?

Millie usually goes for kids charities. Winnie goes for animals.

I love those girls. Such big hearts.

They love you. They refused to take out their braids in the shower. I think they want to be you.

Aww. Are they asleep?

Yes. Finally. It took Winnie some time. I’m still lying here next to her. She is convinced monsters are under her bed, so I had to promise to sleep here.

I pictured him lying next to little Winnie, and my heart throbbed hard.

Poor baby. What a good Daddy. I guess I won’t text you anything dirty then.

Hold on now, I can take a break. What kind of dirty are we talking about? Like mildly unclean? Or full on filthy?

I laughed silently as I texted back.

Full on filthy.

Oh fuck. Hold on. I’m going downstairs.

My pulse had started to race. It had not been my intention to sext him when I picked up my phone, and I’d never done it before. But I had plenty of fantasies to choose from where he was concerned, and tonight had me feeling audacious and free—like I could do anything. Biting my lip, I turned off my lamp and took off my T-shirt. Then I shimmied out of my panties and slid down deeper into the covers.

If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right.

Mack

I went down the stairs so fast I stumbled at the bottom and nearly fell on my face. After making sure both the front and back doors were locked, I hurried into my room, shut the door, and whipped off my shirt.

I’m alone now. Are you there?

I’m here. I wish you were too.

The crotch of my jeans was already tight. I unbuttoned and unzipped them before lying back on my bed. Then I called her.

She was laughing when she answered. “I said I’d text you dirty things.”

“Fuck that,” I said quietly, holding the phone with my left hand and sliding my right hand down my lower abs inside my pants. “If you’re gonna talk filthy to me, I want to hear you do it. So talk.”

Her laugh turned sultry and feline. “So bossy.”

“You know you like it.”

“You’re right. I do,” she whispered.

“Where are you right now?” I took my cock in my fist and let the rising flesh slip through my fingers.

“I’m lying in bed. And I’m not wearing a stitch of clothing.”

Closing my eyes, I imagined her naked and warm beneath the covers. “Why not?”

“Because every night when I go to bed, I pretend you’re next to me. And you like to get your hands on my bare skin.”

“That’s not all I like on your bare skin.”

She laughed again, low and lilting. “No. You like your mouth on me too. I lie here and touch all the places on my body where I want to feel your tongue.”

“Do it now,” I demanded, my hand moving quicker now. “Touch yourself.”

“Where?” she whispered. “Tell me.”

“Your tits. Your stomach. Your thighs. Your pussy.” I kept my voice low as I imagined her hands running over her body.

She moaned, and my dick grew thicker and harder in my fist. “It feels so good,” she sighed. “And just hearing your voice makes me so hot.”

“Are you wet?”

“You know I am. Because you’re fucking me with your tongue.”

Sweet Jesus, I could taste her. I could feel her silky, swollen skin against my tongue. I could hear her breath coming quicker and harder. I could feel her body tense and tremble. “Tell me to make you come.”

“Mack,” she panted. “Make me come. Oh God, just like that. I love when you do it soft at first, so slow and sweet, like you can’t get enough.”

“Fuck yes.” I fought back against my own orgasm, which threatened to escape my control at any moment.

“And then you do it faster, and harder, and my hands are in your hair and I’m going to come so hard for you …” Her words changed into soft, pleading little sounds that built in volume and intensity, and I pictured her lying there with her hand between her thighs and her legs open and her body rippling with pleasure as she said my name again and again and again.

My lower body tightened and I thrust into my hand, which was slick with warmth. “I need to fuck you,” I told her. “Now.”

“Yes. Do it,” she said breathlessly. “And don’t stop.”

“God, my cock is so hard for you. And you’re so wet, and so tight, and you take it so deep …”

“I can feel you,” she whispered. “I love the way you move, the way you fill me up, the way your body is so heavy on mine. I love your big, hard cock inside me, so deep I want to scream.”

“Keep talking.” My body was on the edge, my skin humming, my muscles tight. I listened to her voice in my ear and let her words and her breath and the memory of her sweet little pussy tightening around my cock drive me closer to release.

“I love it when you’re rough with me. When you tell me what to do. When you take control and make me feel like I’m powerless against you. When you fuck me so hard I can’t even breathe, and all I want to do is feel you come. I want every last drop. Give it to me,” she urged, and hearing her get greedy and demanding was so fucking hot, I couldn’t take it.

Growling a chain of curses that would make any Marine proud, I exploded all over my bare chest and stomach in thick, hot, pulsing ribbons.

Afterward, I heard her breathless laughter. “Are you still there?”

“I think so.” My stomach muscles refused to unclench. “Fuck. That was so hot.”

“It was. But I still wish you were really here.”

“I know. Me too.” Something thumped upstairs. I paused and listened. “Shit. I hope I wasn’t too loud.”

She gasped. “Me too.”

“Give me a minute. I’ll call you right back.”

“Okay.”

Tossing my phone onto the bed, I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up, then did up my jeans, threw my T-shirt back on, and went upstairs to check on the kids.

All three were sleeping soundly, but Millie had evidently moved around enough to knock a book off her nightstand. I must have heard it hitting the floor. After replacing it, I quietly left her room and went back down to mine.

I called Frannie back. “Hey, sorry. Just wanted to check on the kids.”

“That’s okay. Are they all right?”

“They’re fine.” I sat down on my bed and exhaled. “But I should take a quick shower and go up to Winnie’s room, although I’ll probably end up sleeping on the floor in there because her bed is so small.”

She laughed sympathetically. “Poor thing. I’d tell you I’ve got plenty of room in my bed, but that probably wouldn’t help.”

I groaned. “No, it doesn’t.”

“Well, the spot next to me is yours any time you can get away.”

“Thanks. I wish I knew when that would be.”