Kiss A Ginger Day: A steamy workplace romantic comedy

Chapter 12

Theodore proved he was a man of his word. As soon as she got home, bleary-eyed from staring at spreadsheets for hours, her phone pinged.

Alice stared at her phone screen.

In the words of Taylor Swift, are you ready for it?>>

God, please don’t let him be quoting her. Taylor rocked, but Alice wanted hardcore Outlander throw-me-on-the-bank-of-the-nearest-loch-and-shed-your-kilt sexting, not love song lyrics.

She’d fielded Suzy’s questions over Chinese take-out cartons for two hours. She loved her time with the woman—loved it. But she could barely keep up. It was only when she couldn’t stifle a single yawn that Suzy suggested they start fresh in the morning.

There also was the matter of every time her phone vibrated, Theodore’s offer of text sex came rushing back to her. She would have to stash extra panties in her desk drawer for as long as Theodore was working at Edison.

Define “it”>> She”d get the terms right off the bat.

Worshipping from a respectable distance. Do you know the first order of business?>>

Asking me what I’m wearing>>

Love, I’d never be that pedestrian. Clothes are the last thing on my mind.>>

Hers, too. She jogged to her bedroom, threw the phone so hard it bounced off the mattress to the floor, and yanked off her coat. Within seconds, the rest of her clothes joined it on the floor. Theodore seemed to make her do that—rip her clothes off her like a wild animal, as he’d said.

Another cheery chime went off on her now-abandoned phone. She grabbed it from the floor.

Besides, I know you’re naked.>>

She gasped, glanced around. As if she’d find him behind the curtains? How do you know>>

Even from here, I can scent your skin.>>

Oh, feral. A deep thudding pulsed between her legs. She didn’t have a lot of experience in sexting, but he clearly knew what he was doing. Proper punctuation and everything. But, of course, he’d be a sexting god. Look at how good he was at the actual deed.

What could she say that would be scintillating? A deep buzzing in her ears kept her from coming up with anything. She wanted to match his enthusiasm, but her skills were in analyzing numbers, not words that might make him go full flagpole. And she really, really wanted him at full mast.

More dots started to float across her screen. She stared at them as if they were the Holy Grail.

Location is first. It’s International Bathtub Day. Give you any ideas?>>

Into water sports?>>

If it involves you nude, I’m into anything.>>

Hmmm, sexting in the tub. Not a bad idea. She could use some unwinding.

Her phone pinged again. Don’t leave me standing here in my birthday suit too long, Alice. Mrs. Peterson next door loves to peek at my goods through my curtains.>>

He knew his neighbors already?Of course, he did.

She was moving to her bathroom before she even finished reading the message. She furiously typed. You’re off limits to Mrs. Peterson. Your goods aremine>> She didn’t know where she got the cajónes to write that. But no one could ever accuse her of not being one hundred percent into whatever job was at hand.

Meet your spectacular breasts and ass in the tub.>>

Who was she to argue? Heat bathed her from head to toe anyway.

A quick glance at her tub cooled her instantly. Needed cleaning. Nothing would get you examining a tub’s surface faster than having to fill it with hot water and sink your naked body into it to have text sex with a hot ginger who believed you had a spectacular ass and breasts.

Her phone pinged again. Unless you’d rather celebrate Yodel for Your Neighbors Day.>>

Ifhe thought he could get out of what he’d started, he had another thing coming. Does yodeling turn you on?>> Please type no.

Only if we do it together, naked, in the tub.>>

Give me a minute. I like my water hot>>

Like your men.>>

His ego certainly was intact. one sec>>

She opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out her cleaning supplies—gloves, scrubber, bleach. With a loud slap, she had her gloves on in a second.

Her screen lit up again from a text from him. Gotta clean it first, eh?>>

Damn him. If he’d hidden a camera, she’d sue his very fine ass. She yanked off the gloves.

I’ll have you know, Theodore Gaston the Fourth I am assessing how much water I should use. I mean if there’s going to be water sloshing around or not>>Liar, liar, rubber gloves on fire.

Maximum sloshing.>>

Game on.

But first, a clean tub was necessary. She’d never attacked a job so fast, making big circles with the cleaner and a touch of bleach. She might be in the tub for a while.

Within minutes, her body was slick with water that had splashed across her skin. It wasn’t her smartest idea to be doing it naked. Bleach burned. But the way her breasts pressed against the cold tub edge, she found it oddly refreshing. When did she ever hang out nude? How about never?

Another ping sounded and echoed off the bathroom tile. Two minutes and the water will cover your favorite part of me.>> Didn’t all men say their penis was their favorite?

Your photographic memory?>>

Need a picture to remember?>>

Oh, God, a dick pick? No, thanks.I’d rather it be in person>>

He didn’t answer that one. Probably because he was enjoying his favorite part.

She quickly rinsed off the tub, soaking her arms, chest, thighs, and floor, but who cared? She was about to get wet. And with any luck, wet everywhere. She abandoned her gloves and began to fill the tub.

She typed as she watched the water rise—too slowly.And what is my favorite part doing now?>>

Drowning. Care to launch a rescue?>>

Need a little mouth to mouth?>>

He’s waking up at your offer. But you should. In case he needs greater resuscitating.>>

She swallowed, which did little to keep her mouth from craving him—and his favorite part. Many women declared they hated oral sex—giving it, not receiving it. Not her. She loved it all.

Plus, she really did love a man who could spell.

She dipped her foot into the water and hissed. Too hot. But she had a rescue to start. She cranked the cold to even out the temperatureandmanaged to lower herself to the two inches of water that pooled around her. It wasn”t the most graceful move, given she had tohold on to her phone at the same time.

Once settled, she returned her attention to her screen. Typing was challenging with just her thumb, but a certain man part needed her. Now are YOU ready for it?>>

The screen lit up again with another of Theodore’s messages. How’s that glorious bottom feeling?>>

Wet>>

Enjoying the heat?>>

A rush of how his cock felt inside her—hot, long, full—cascaded into her mind. I”d enjoy it more if something hot was inside me>> That message wasn’t half bad. Maybe he was wearing off on her.

Now you’ve done it. He’s fully alive. Touch yourself.>>

Going straight to it. Her fingers slipped between her legs, and a deep sigh rumbled up from her chest and out her lips.

Small circles, love.>>

Bossy>> Her thumb began to ache from the awkward texting. So did another part of her anatomy.

If you’d like.>>

I lidg>> Shit, she couldn’t do it one handed.

Lidg’s not my favorite move.>>

Making fun of her? You try texting one handed>> She should switch to voice, but the stupid AI woman was always getting her words wrong.

I am.>>

Oh. He was handling himself. At least she imagined so. Long strokes or short?>>

Both. How’s the sloshing?>>

The water had risen at that point but wasn’t threatening to slosh anywhere—yet. Tub is holding>>

Can’t say the same.>>

The mental picture of him fisting himself, hard and fast, sped her own hand up. How hard?>> She somehow managed to type words.

Steel.Imagining myself inside you right now is fucking fantastic.>>

She dipped one finger inside herself. Imagined him there. Clenching down on you hard>>

You want me to fuck you harder, don’t you?>>

Theodore had a sailor mouth, er, texting finger. Her clit began to throb, and her legs ached to spread even farther apart than the tub allowed. Yes>> She reached over and shut off the water. Then she swung one leg over the edge and pushed her finger inside herself, deeper. The move was a poor substitute for Theodore.

I”d also make you get on all fours so I could thrust inside you.>>

The man turned downright feral during sex. Her body was so on board with it.

Her forehead pricked from the heated water, and her mouth fell open as a flood of sensation cascaded down her legs. She’d give anything to have a second set of hands. She wanted to touch herself—everywhere—imagining it was Theodore doing exactly what he wrote.

More>> She then dropped her phone to the bathroom rug and sped up her hand.

Somewhere along the way, all her inhibitions had fled. As if she could hang on to them with Theodore around. He brought things out in her she didn’t know she had.

Her phone began to ping like crazy. The little chirping sounds bounced off the tile and mixed with the water splashes. Theodore was texting her like a man possessed. She channeled every bit of that thought into imagining him thrusting into her fast and hard.

Her climax went on and on, and she milked it for a long minute.

It took a while to reclaim her breath, open her eyes. Water had definitely breached the side of the tub. She wiped her hand on a nearby towel and picked up her phone.

Several text threads began to compete with each other.

Theodore’s came in first. Fucking you … hard.>>

Patty’s text popped up next. Alice! Red alert. The office was robbed.>>

Jesus, you’re tight. Hot. Wet.>>

Theodore, then Patty. Then Patty again until Alice grew dizzy.

Roger is losing it. Tricia called. Call me?>>

Pumping into you deeper now.>>

Alice, where are you? Tried calling. Is your phone on silent again?>>

Comig so hardd. wrjht.>>

Her mind didn’t know where to go first. Thoughts buzzed around her head like a bumble bee.

Theodore masturbating in the tub to images of her.

The office being broken into.

Theodore getting off so hard he mistyped.

The fact that she’d unwisely set her phone to silence everything but her text messages when meeting with Suzy.

Theodore—hot, hot Theodore.

Roger losing it.

Theodore.

Finally, her phone stopped making any noise at all. An endless minute stretched out. What was important at that very second? She texted Theodore back. Me too>> Then dialed Patty’s number.