Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

Me: A question judging how prepared you are to do this with me.

Vesper: Do what with you?

Me: Date me, of course.

Vesper: We’re dating now?

Me: If you want to make it official. Yep.

Vesper: We’ve spent a total of a few hours together outside work. Don’t you think dinner and a movie with a kiss goodnight is required before we label this?

Me: We can still do those things. However, I want to lock you down before anyone else can steal you.

Vesper: Can you hear me laughing from where you are?

Me: No, but I can come over. Wink wink.

Vesper: You’re not coming anywhere near me. I’m sick. I want to feel sorry for myself and sulk in my pyjamas without worrying about trying to be pretty for you.

Me: You don’t need to try. You are pretty. Question…are you still wearing that beaver t-shirt?

Another pause.

Vesper: Ugh, is this going to be a question about the bedtime is sleepy time not sexy time thing?

Me: Just out of curiosity, how do you feel about sex? Lots of sex?

A longer pause.

Vesper: I wouldn’t say no.

My cock hardened like a balloon. One second minding its own business, the next inflated and ready for action.

Me: I can give you the truth then and not a lie. You ready?

Vesper: I’m afraid.

Me: You don’t have to be afraid with me. You can be wet, and turned on, and wild, but never afraid. Polly was right. I do want to do bad things to you. So many dirty, bad things. I want you on your knees. I want you on my tongue. I want to play with you—both in the bedroom and out. I’m into freedom when it comes to fucking and if that means outdoors, role-play, kink—I’m down. I just hope you are too because fuck I’m hard just thinking about sinking inside you.

She didn’t reply.

Two minutes.

Four.

Five.

Shit, I came on too hard.

I’d never told any prospective girlfriend just how much I loved to play. It came back to needing to have fun when my life was so serious. I wasn’t into violent things but dressing up—indulging in naughty nuns, bad teachers, and horny stranger games—hell, yes.

Finally, she replied.

Vesper: Truth or lie?

Me: Truth.

Vesper: I think all this time, I’ve been lying to myself. I’m so uptight in my life. I worry about things constantly. I follow agendas and schedules and timetables. I’m driven to the point of needing success over everything else. But you make me remember how to let loose. You want to play with me, Ryder Carson? I can play. I want to play. I’m wet just thinking about it.