Kiss Me Book 1 by Chloe Parks Read Free Book Online

thumb hovered over the screen.
She tapped the delete button and chewed on her bottom lip as she
retyped the message.
    What are you
wearing?
    She let out a groan and
erased the text once more. Finally she typed one more
message.
    Hey, what’s going
on?
    “ There, totally
noncommittal,” she said as she hit send.
    She put the phone down and
went back to work. She drank a couple more glasses of wine and
picked up her phone to check and make sure she hadn’t left it on
silent. Nope. The ringer was up as loud as it could go.
    “ It’s just one message.
Stop, he’s not ignoring you,” she chided herself.
    She put her phone down and
went to grab another bottle of wine before returning to her list of
clients and their demands. As the hours wilted away, she became so
engrossed in her work and her wine that she actually forgot about
Christian.
    Around one o’clock she
decided to call it a night. Her head was already feeling a little
light. Stretching her arms high above her head, she stretched her
aching muscles. She rolled her neck from side to side, trying to
work the kinks out from having sit in the same position for so
long. She’d just switched off her desk lamp when her phone chirped,
nearly scaring her out of her skin.
    “ Jeesh, get a hold of
yourself,” she muttered as she grabbed her phone from the desk. The
screen lit up the room. Amy’s heart did a little dance when she saw
the blinking message from Christian. Maybe he wasn’t ignoring her,
or what if he was with someone else and couldn’t get to the phone.
What if someone else had been cuffed to his bed?
    “ You’re being paranoid,”
she scolded herself.
    She looked at the screen
again and chuckled at the name he’d entered for himself under
contacts.
    Sexy Artist:
Hey!
    She frowned, but
considered the amount of wine she’d had.
    Me: Seriously?!
    The phone chirped almost
immediately.
    Sexy artist:
What?!
    She looked at the first
time she’d texted him and realized it had been over seven hours
since she’d texted.
    Me: I txt you seven hours
ago and all I get back is hey?!
    Sexy Artist: I was
sleeping. Y, ya miss me? ;)
    She rolled her
eyes.
    Me: Nope.
    Sexy Artist:
Liar!
    Me: Haven’t talked to you
in a while.
    Sexy Artist: You DO miss
me!
    Me: You really need to get
over yourself.
    Sexy Artist: I’d let you
get over me, better yet, under me!
    Amy’s cheeks flushed and
heat spread through her body. Her thumbs hovered over her screen as
she toyed with the idea of dirty talk via text message. A slow
smile tugged at her lips as she typed two simple words.
    Me: Oh yeah?
    Like the others, it didn’t
take long for a reply.
    Sexy Artist: OHHH YEAH! I
can’t stop thinking about the way your pussy felt around my dick
while I was buried inside you.
    Amy’s nipples tightened
and her temperature began to rise. Her mouth parted, and she licked
her dry lips. She was about to respond when another message chimed
through.
    Sexy Artist: What are you
wearing?
    Me: cliché
much?
    Sexy Artist: What. Are.
You. Wearing!!!
    She looked down because,
honestly, she’d forgotten what she’d put on.
    Me: yoga pants and a tank
top.
    Sexy Artist:
panties?
    Me: Nope.
    Sexy Artist: Mmm. I wanna
lick that pussy again. You tasted so good.
    The dull ache between her
thighs turned into a full on throb. She sat back down in her chair
because her legs had turned to jelly. She blew out a breath,
feeling a little bolder.
    Me: I liked the way your
tongue felt inside my pussy but do you know what I loved
more?
    Sexy Artist: ?
    Me: The taste of your cock
as you fucked my throat!
    Sexy Artist: Fuck, Amy.
I’m so hard!
    She continued.
    Me: Mmm, do you know what
I want you to do to me?! I want you to tie me up again and fuck me
so hard I can’t walk for days. I want to feel that huge cock
pounding my pussy until I scream.
    The alcohol was making her
braver than she’d ever been. She’d never even talked in such a
manner with her husband. It was nerve-wracking while at the same
time—she