It Started with a Crack by Piper James

Me: The girls are in for dinner Saturday night. Did you talk to your brothers?

Noah: Yeah, they’re in. Also, they’re asking a shit-ton of questions.

Me: You can just tell them, if you want. The girls were the same, and I had a hell of a time fending off the demands for information.

Noah: Nah, this is fun. Let them stew a bit and wonder amongst themselves.

Me: You’re evil.

Noah: And you like me for it.

Me: I like you for a lot more than that.

Noah: Where are you right now?

Me: Getting ready to head home from the office. Why?

Noah: Get ready, baby. I’m going to show you how much I like you, and every single reason you like me so much.

Me: On my way.

Noah: Hurry up. My dick is throbbing for your sweet pussy right now.

Me: Oh my, God. Do you want me to crash my car?

Noah: Don’t text and drive.

Me: You’re texting me, asshole.

Noah: Oh, you’re going to pay for that one. I bet I could come up with a suitable punishment.

Noah: That you’ll thoroughly enjoy, by the way.

Me: Almost there.