I let out a sigh as I noticethe clock in the top corner of my phone tick over to nine am. “I have to go. The twins are leaving in a few hours.”
Jazz arches a brow in question. “A few hours?”
I frown in puzzlement at his interest but quickly shrug it off. “Ava’s got a one pm train and I’m driving Joel back to Princeton once we see her off.”
“Hmm…I was going to send you another naughty treat but now I’m not sure there’ll be time…”
“More pastries?” I ask dryly.
He offers a teasing smirk. “No, this one’s naughty in the explicit sense. It’s a celebration of your sluttiness.”
“Jazz,my kids are here,” I remind him sternly, issuing him with a narrow-eyed glare.
The corner of his mouth curves up as his dark brows rise. “I’m assuming you have a lock on your phone?”
I let out a sigh of relief. So whatever this treat is it won’t be arriving at the front door like yesterday. “What is it?” I ask curiously. “A link to a movie or something?”
“Close… It’s a ten-second video.”
I frown in puzzlement. “If it’s only ten seconds why don’t you just send it?” I ask. “Why would you think there’s not enough time?”
He lets out a breath of laughter. “Because I think you might become a little…pre-occupied when you see it.”
I roll my eyes. “Fucking hell, just send it.” Whatever it is, I’m sure?—
I don’t have time to finish the thought before a video message appears on my screen promptingmy eyes to practically bug out of their sockets.Fucking hell.I don’t know what I was expecting, but it sure as fuck wasn’t this…
The video is of me splayed out naked on the bar, moaning wildly and begging to be fucked like a whore.
“Jesus Christ,”I mutter, unable to tear my eyes from the screen. I turn up the volume on my phone and play the video through again, my face flaming and my cock twitching at the sound of those filthy words spoken in my own voice.
“…get in me. Fuck me like a dirty whore.”
“Put a dance beat behind that and the EDM crowd would go crazy for it,” Jazz drawls, jolting me out of my rapture. I’d completely forgotten he was still on the call.
I minimize the video so I can issue him with a flinty look. “Why do I get the impression that’s something you’d actually consider doing?”
“Nah, the sound quality’s pretty shit on that video. Even if I managed to strip out the background noise it’d takea ton of rendering to get a passably clear sample.” He offers a wry smirk. “Maybe next time you could try annunciating a little better and lose some of the panting and gasping?”
I roll my eyes. “I’ll get right on that.”
He lets out a huff of amusement. “I know you’re dying to jerk off to a video of yourself behaving like a filthy whore so I’ll let you get to it. You might want to set an alarm, though,” he suggests, “remember you’ve only got a few hours left with your little cherubs.”
Before I can issue any kind of retort he ends the call, which causes the video to once again fill the screen.
I play it a few more times, squirmingembarrassment mixing with giddy excitement and shameless gratification to send arousal burning through me. But before I can get too carried away I force myself to close out of the video and toss my phone aside. I can wait until this afternoon to indulge in this.
Feeling immensely proud of myself, I climb out of bed and take a shower before heading down to the main kitchen. And my sacrifice is rewarded in the form of Blake’s home-made crepes.
“Did you guys have a good night last night?” I ask Joel, pulling up a stool next to him at the counter.
He nods. “Yeah, it was cool. We did an escape room with Jamie and a couple of his friends and then saw some movies.”
I arch a curious brow. “Somemovies?” They were home when Blake and I got back at around eleven thirty so they can’t have done much of a marathon.
Joel shrugs. “We couldn’t decide so Ava and Mac saw that Ryan Reynolds one and the rest of us went to the new Marvel one.”
I offer a wry smile. “I think you guys made the right choice.”
