This is so unfair! I vent one day to Sawyer by text.
What?
Bear keeps winding me up with no release. I feel like a toy!
Is that a bad thing?
I consider. No, it’s kinda hot.
He sends a smiling demon emoji. I can almost hear his sinful chuckle.
Meanie.
You love it.
I hide my phone as my boss stalks by. I’ve taken to getting to the office early and blowing through my work before noon. Sawyer usually texts me after lunch and once he does, it’s a miracle if I get anything done.
Seriously, why is Bear so bossy?
He likes things a certain way.
No kidding. Today he made me take a picture of my lunch—before and after, so he could be sure I’d eaten enough. If I’m honest, his concern makes me feel good.
But our late-night talks culminating with me begging for orgasm and him denying me?
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