Which means I’m free to take as long as I want.
I rest my free hand across my stomach, shifting my body to allow my viewers a new view of my cleavage. The lacy bra I’m wearing is practically see-through, and it’s doing very little to keep my nipples hidden, but that’s kind of the point.
It drives a man wild to have what they want within reach and yet still have to wait to have it.
My pulse kicks up as pleasure pulses through my body.
It’s a practiced dance bringing myself to the place that only this version of me exists.
The pressures of being a Mafia princess fall away. The worries and fears that I’ll never be enough slip from my grasp. And all that remains is the one thing I’ve always been good at, the only thing that’s ever been mine.
A stream of new emojis floods the screen, and I let out a well-placed moan to let them know I appreciate their enthusiasm.
Which is also around the time a few gifts come through, Fan Faves version of a tip, and I can’t help but smile to myself.
When I started this years ago, all I wanted was financial security that had no ties to the family. Money that was clean. Money that I earned. But now I have enough squirreled away that even if I had to flee tomorrow and never made another cent, I’d be able to live comfortably for the rest of my life.
LAGuy: The things I’d do if I ever got my hands on your pretty body.
LoverNotAFighter: She’d love it too. She’d love being taken hard. Her body was built to be used.
A fresh flush moves over my skin.
It probably makes me a little fucked up that I like being spoken about like this, especially by strangers, but I’m not here to yuck anyone’s yum, so I hope that respect goes both ways.
I’m so distracted by the new messages that I miss the presence looming over me until fingers wrap gently around my chin and tip my face up until I’m staring into deep green eyes.
Colten stands over me with a fire burning in his gaze.
Without a word, he slips an earpiece into my ear and moves to the couch in the corner, where he has a perfect view between my spread thighs.
“Time to give them a real show, Wildcat.”
TWENTY-THREE
COLTEN
Ibroke just about every road law I can think of to get here as quickly as possible, including, but definitely not limited to, watching my obsession get herself off on live stream while doing well over the speed limit and running every red light I came across.
But come on, who can blame me?
She’s in my bed.
Her hands are all over her delectable body.
And she’s finally mine.
Obviously I’m going to do whatever I need to get to her as quickly as possible.
Ken eyes me suspiciously as I sprint past him in the lobby, quickly keying in the code and dancing from foot to foot while waiting for the doors to slide open.
I slip into the apartment quietly.
That’s an added perk to stalking your best friend’s sister for years, you get really good at sleuthing.
By the time I reach the bedroom door, I’ve lost my jacket and tie and dig an earpiece from the go bag I keep in the cupboard by the elevator.
I never imagined that forethought would ever come in handy like this, though, and I’m mentally thanking past me for thinking of every eventuality.
