just tell me what you like (and i'll make it good)
“You wanna sext me at work?” He leans back, raising his eyebrows. “That’s part of your plan to help me deal with keeping my hands to myself there?” “I-I guess you’re right. I just thought it’s one of the only times we’re not— well, we’re not like this. Maybe that isn’t— I mean, if it’s a problem we can just—” “It’s not a problem,” he cuts her off with his mouth. Or: Practicing dirty talk via text messages at work might not help keep a secret relationship all that secret.
rated: e | chapters: 4/4 | words: 17,850













