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How are you spending your day off?
Paying bills, laundry, reladyscaping 4 u…
What was I thinking, starting a text conversation with Bella on the walk back to my office? I rush inside and close the door, settling myself in front of the wall of windows behind my drafting table before answering her.
Careful with that razor now. Wouldn't want any industrial accidents!
Baby, pleeez! I can carve this in my sleep!
I rest my forehead against the cool glass. Dare I ask?
New design?
*wink*
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. Please ask her, begs my cock.
Hint?
U been good today?
Y
*heart*
[A/N: She just texted him a wink, then a heart; fanfic is sorely limited in this area, my apologies for the intrusion!]
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Happy now? I glare at my greedy penis.
How am I s'posed to work now?
How many hands do u need to draw?
Very funny.
Awww poor baby.
Come for a visit
OFFICE BOOTY CALL?
Shit, no, that's disrespectful. Come on, Edward! Stop thinking with your pecker!
Sorry, didn't mean that. Let me show you around the place. Introduce you to the rest of the gang. Take you to dinner…
*pouts* No booty?
Jeeezubs! I'm one pliable length of pretzel dough she just loooooves to twist. Well, more like a pretzel ROD at the moment, I observe darkly.
We'll see…
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Mmm a challenge!
Oh yes, I'm such a challenge. Already three-quarters of the way there just imagining that adorable little heart sitting atop her creamy skin, pointing me toward Heaven…
You're killing me here…
*giggles* what time?
NOW! shouts my penis. Thank god he can't type.
I think I can last till 5. I believe you know the address…
LOL yes
Goodbye sweet torturess
Till later sexy hair god
Please don't be late, my penis and I will her in unison.
I turn back to my drafting table and attempt to channel my enthusiasm into something productive.
A new bed.
A/N: Yes, thank God the peen can't type. XXX ~BOH