Page 4 of Sin in My Inbox (Sexting Spark #1)
Her reply came quickly, with a hint of flustered panic at being called out.
Ella: i don't understand
She didn't directly admit to the seduction, instead throwing the question back at me. Clever little vixen. My fingertip tapped lightly against the screen as I began to enjoy this sexually charged word game.
Me: show me more. what's under that dress
My message was more explicit now, with clear direction.
Imagining the woman on the other end of the screen—maybe blushing cheeks and a racing heartbeat when she read this—sent a wave of control-freak pleasure through me.
This kind of long-distance teasing was like admiring a beautiful piece of porcelain through gauze—hazy but utterly seductive.
I didn't give her a chance to play dumb. I sent another message.
Me: ur body
Her reply paused for a few seconds, like she was considering her words, or maybe working up the courage.
Half a minute later, she finally made up her mind.
My phone buzzed with a new photo, and damn, it was a whole new level of spicy.
Her nightgown was hiked up, draped carelessly across her hips, showing off those black lace panties clinging to her curves.
Right there in the middle, a damp streak betrayed just how much she was feeling this.
Fucking perfect. Staring at her body, so raw and ready, my throat went dry as hell.
Me: damn, good girl. now spread those legs, slide ur hand in there, and part those soft folds. touch urself for me
Ella: so wet. so hot
Reading those words, my dick twitched like a live wire. A fire was sparking down there, and I was all in.
Me: now, slip a finger inside
My words were a slow, deliberate tease, like a caress that cuts deep, sent through the cold glow of the screen.
I could almost see her—lower lip caught between her teeth, cheeks flushed, fingers trembling as she followed my lead.
This game, this power to pull her deeper into desire, was a rush like no other.
Way better than any quick fuck. It lit up every nerve in my body, addictive as hell.
She didn't reply for a while.
My mind painted the scene—her shaky fingertips working herself, her breath hitching. I couldn't help it; my fingers flew across the screen, firing off another message.
Me: how's it going, baby?
Ella: wet as fuck, sir.
Wet as fuck. I rolled the words around in my head, savoring them like a shot of whiskey.
Picturing her thighs trembling, her body giving in, I felt myself harden, straining against my suit pants.
I've been running this organization for over a decade—way past the reckless, horny kid phase.
This kind of loss of control? Not my style.
But looking down at the bulge in my tailored pants, thinking of her slim waist and the way she was probably falling apart right now, I couldn't help but chuckle.
Me: one finger's got u this worked up? oh, darlin', im gonna blow ur mind
The thought of her unraveling under my words, under my control, sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
Leading a gang, you learn to keep a tight leash on everything—business, men, yourself.
But this? This was a different kind of power.
Her every shudder, every gasp I imagined, was mine to command. And fuck, it felt good.
I leaned back in my chair, the city lights sprawling outside my window, and waited for her next move. The game was on, and I was calling the shots.
I was so absorbed in this sudden, electrifying game of digital seduction that I didn't even notice when the car pulled up to the gleaming revolving doors of my company headquarters.
Nick brought the Bentley to a smooth stop and spoke quietly through the partition.
"Boss, we're here. Want me to let Thomas know you're back? "
My eyes lifted from the phone screen to the brightly lit building outside. The last message on my screen was from her, carrying a hint of provocative challenge.
Ella: big talk... how u gonna prove it to me? ^ ^
That little smirking emoji was like a fishhook, and I was definitely biting.
An almost irresistible urge slammed into me like a freight train.
Playing word games through a screen was thrilling as hell, but right now, I wanted something more.
I wanted to see this ballsy woman who had the fucking audacity to tease me through text messages.
Wanted to watch her face when she received those explicit commands—see that mix of shame and excitement play across her features.
Wanted to hear what kind of sounds she'd make when I whispered in her ear.
My blood felt like it was surging back to life, carrying that familiar rush of the hunt. That pulse-pounding feeling—Christ, it had been way too long.
"Nick," my voice came out rougher than I'd intended, carrying an edge I couldn't quite hide. "Tell Thomas he's handling the North district books himself. Call headquarters and push back the meeting—time TBD."
"Yes, sir." Nick didn't question it and just faithfully carried out my orders.
"Now turn this car around. I want to be at the Aisley Resort in twenty minutes. "
The wind through the slightly cracked window carried a cool edge that brushed against my face, but it did absolutely nothing to cool the fire that had been lit in my chest.
Suite 302. Ella.
This screen-to-screen game of seduction needed to end. It was time to meet this woman who'd managed to get my blood pumping again face to face.
Time to find out if she was just a kitten with sharp claws playing at being dangerous, or if she was actually prey worth the hunt.