8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Cassie

" M om," Tony whined, throwing his hands up. I lifted a brow, wondering if he was going to be as dramatic in his teen years as he was right now. "Please let me go? Davy doesn't have many sleepovers, and you know his parents. They live just down at the end of the block."

"I know," I told him, walking into the house and heading up to his room. "You should be nicer to me since I'm letting you go, young man."

"I'm always nice, Mom! And I'll even do extra chores around…wait…you said yes?"

"I talked to Davy's mom while you were with Dominic," I told him, glad I couldn't get into how much the kiss earlier was on repeat. "She's having a few other boys from school and your class, so I want you to be on your best behavior, young man."

"You know it, Mom. Oh, this is going to be so awesome." I shook my head as I gathered up his clothing and his toiletries.

"You've got five minutes to change and be down to the car." I put the stuff in an extra bookbag and headed down to the car that we had just left. Within two minutes, Tony was hopping into the backseat, a huge smile on his face. I loved seeing him so happy.

Ten minutes later, he was down the street, and I was back home, alone.

What a thought! What did one do alone? I could take a bath while reading a book and having a glass of wine. And still daydream about one of the hottest kisses I've ever gotten.

Thirty-three minutes later, I was submerged in the best damn bubble bath I've had in a very long time. With a kid, you're on the go so much that bubble baths weren't commonplace. Even now, with him, by the time he's down for bed, I'm too exhausted to do something like this.

I took a sip of the red wine and closed my eyes. Utterly perfect. Well, a man soaping me up wouldn't be half bad .

I groaned as I heard my phone vibrate next to the bath and peeked an eye open to see who it was. Without sloshing the water, or more importantly, the wine, I grinned as I saw the message icon.

What are you doing?

Well, well, well, Mr. Dominic was thinking about me. Should I be a tease or not?

Sitting in a very nice bubble bath, having a glass of wine.

With that, I took another sip.

Don't tease me, woman. That can lead to some very naughty thoughts on this end.

I giggled. When the fuck was the last time, I giggled? I twisted my lip, debating on what my next move was. I flipped the camera open, turned it around, and took a shot of the bubbles that were floating against my boobs. Well, no, that would be wrong. The boobs were on full display, the bubbles only covered the nipples. I hit send, a smirk on my lips.

HOLY FUCK WOMAN!

Is that a bad thing? Should I not have done that?

I twisted my lip again as I waited for his reply. This was nerve-wrecking.

Who the hell thought sexting was good? Better yet, what made me think I was okay with this?

I took another sip, my nerves starting to shoot up, then spit out the liquid as I opened the photo. Dominic was lying on his bed, in a pair of basketball shorts, with a very obvious tent happening.

Is that for me?

Yes ma'am. That's what the picture caused. Well, maybe that and thinking of the kiss.

I've been thinking about it all day, Dominic.

Just that, sweetheart?

No, I've been thinking of other things.

Now I'm curious, like what?

Should I answer that? I mean, I was already crossing the line, why not go for second base here?

I've been thinking about where else those lips could go…

I'm all ears, babygirl.

Been thinking about where I wanted that tongue…

And where would that be?

Besides my neck or my tits? Buried deep in my cunt.

Goddamn sweetheart, you're making my dick so hard.

I finished my glass of wine and set the glass down. This had taken a naughty turn I hadn't planned for, but hell if I was going to stop it now. Who was this woman? I liked her.

What would you want to do with that dick?

I'm not sure I can say.

Pity.

With that, I opened the camera again, this time taking a photo of my hand right by my hip bone. I sent it to him, unable to recall the last time I had been this turned on. And this was some simple foreplay. What would I be like if he was here?

Holy FUCK, you're killing me, sweetheart. Please tell me no one can walk in to see you looking like that?

No one here. Tony's at a friend's house all night, so I'm by my lonesome. Maybe it's time to pull out my vibrator and release some of this tension.

Of course, you'd have a toy.

Had to find ways to get off when the ex sucked. Would you like to see it? It's long and ribbed, and all for my pleasure.

I shifted, feeling how hot and bothered I was. If he didn't come back soon, I would climb out of the tub and take care of my own pleasure. Though, a facetime or something with him jacking off sure would be a help. In fact, talk about coming like crazy!

Sweetheart…

Yes, papi?

FUCK. ME. I will have you screaming that name like no tomorrow.

Promises, promises.

I couldn't help but taunt him.

I'm going to go take care of my problem.

This time, I was far bolder and stood up, taking a picture of my bare pussy and sending it to him. Let him make of that what he will. But I needed relief and needed it now.

Don't you dare touch that pretty pussy. It's mine.

I re-read that message about five times, swearing there was a growl at the end of that.

Make sure the door is unlocked, sweetheart. I'm paying a visit and showing you how papi really works things.

FUCK. ME. Indeed.