When Adam called me, it was late. Really late. I’d been watching some shitty horror movie, but I was contemplating switching off the TV and going to bed when my phone rang. Knowing he was at a bachelor party, I immediately worried something had happened.

“What’s wrong?”

I answer the phone that way often — much to my chagrin and Adam’s amusement.

“Nothing’s wrong, baby,” he said. His voice was hushed, and I heard distant chaos in the background.

“Then what’s up?”

“Thinking about you.”

His voice had that tone. The one that sent a pang of arousal straight to my pussy.

“Oh yeah?” Instinctively, I put my hand between my legs, running the edge of it along the crease of my... Read More