CHAPTER 17
THE NEXT MORNING, I snatched my phone off the nightstand and checked the screen. No message. My heart sank, but then the phone began vibrating to the tune of Justin Timberlake’s “Sexyback.” Okay, it was cheesy, but appropriate because Eli was bringing my sexy back.
His voice was thick with emotion as he spoke.
“Sugar, you can’t send me pictures like that.”
“Why not?”
It was my picture. I could do whatever I wanted with it.
“Because I’ve got nothing to send you in return. Unless I start sending photos of body parts, but that’s just crude.”
“I don’t expect you to send me anything back. You already paid up-front with orgasms.” Although the filthy girl who hid inside me was tempted to ask for a d**k pic, crude or not.
“That was a fair exchange.”
“I’ll give you everything yo
