Page 60 of The Sweet Spot

I lift my phone and take a photo of myself, making sure the Carolina Catfish logo stitched into the recliner is visible.

Whit: Picture Attached.

JB typing...

The phrase comes and goes as if JB is really thinking about what to say, which makes sense from everything I know about him.

JB: How the hell am I supposed to squat for three hours with a huge boner?!

I laugh out loud.

Whit: It's just me in a Catfish jersey. What's the big deal?

JB: You're the big deal.

JB: Whose name is on your back?

I start typing, wanting to tease him a little more.

Whit: Can't see.

JB: Don't lie to me, Whit. If it's Tate's jersey, I will lose my ever-loving shit.

JB: Fuck, what if it's Grayson's? I know Larry goes to him for tailoring advice, but shit, I thought the hot dogs made me special.

My smile widens because I've gotten to him, and there's something deeply satisfying about knowing how easy it is for me to get him in that state.

Whit: Marlow.

JB: Callahan.

I snort.

Whit: I'm not just saying my last name, you idiot. Marlow is on the back of the jersey. It's the one they gave me after I threw the worst pitch in history, so calm your 'ever-loving shit' down.

There's a pause.

As expected, the dots appear and disappear. Appear and disappear.

So I text him back before he can respond.

Whit: Although don't calm down too much. I do like you a little... domineering, and I bet you play better like that.

I set my phone against my thigh, knowing it’s going to take JB a little longer to respond this time. My cheeks are warm, my thighs still ache from Sunday night, and I haven’t stopped thinking about him since he left.

My phone finally buzzes.

JB: Do you think this is news to me? You were soaking wet when I tied you up to the headboard with my belt and called you a good girl.

I bite down on my bottom lip, hiding my smile.

JB: You liked that, didn’t you?

Before I finish typing out my response, he’s already messaging.

JB: We can do more if you want next time.

JB: Maybe I could tie you up again and we could try a little spanking?