“Because I’m not an idiot,” he murmurs. “And this time I’m going to watch you do it.”
I squirm under that knowing gaze and wish I could just refuse. Getting naked and pretending to be turned on while he talks dirty to me isn’t going to get me off, I know that already. I’ve never found phone sex anything but embarrassing, and this will be no different.
But three grand is three grand. Goddamn Scott and this shit he’s gotten me into.
Glancing behind me to triple check no one can see in through the window, I rise, put the phone on the desk, and prop it up so he can see me.
He watches closely as I kick off my shoes and tights, then pull up my skirt a couple of inches. I still have to go back to work after this, and if I need to make myself decent fast, I don’t want to get fully naked.
“You have killer legs,” he says, as I pick the phone back up. “I wish I’d spent some time between them this afternoon.”
I’m off balance now, and annoyed that I no longer have the upper hand. I was planning on pretending this whole time, and now I’m exposed and following orders. I don’t know why seeing his face makes my body throb with anticipation, and it’s even more infuriating that I’m intrigued as to how this is going to go.
I need to get laid outside of this job. Pronto.
“Get on the floor,” he says.
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to need your hands for something other than holding the phone.”
I lower to the floor, put the phone against the wall, and lean against the desk drawers. Those intense eyes are watching me as I try to find a way to sit comfortably.
“Spread your legs so they’re on either side of the phone.”
I suck in a little breath. The phone angle is such that just my lower half is in the shot, and I’m relieved that he can’t see my face.
Nerves shoot through me as I slowly part my legs, lifting one over the phone and exposing myself to him. There’s a part of me that wants to refuse and hang up, but a larger part can’t wait to see what’s going to happen.
I’m not used to this authoritarian attitude, and my reaction to it is even more bizarre. He looks disinterested, like he does this every day, and it’s turning me on even more.
He positions his phone in the same way as I have, and I can see his cock, straight and proud, his long body behind it. He’s unbuttoned his shirt, and holy fuck, the guy has a beautiful body.
“Touch yourself and angle the phone so I can see your face.”
I grimace. So much for my hoping he wouldn’t want to see my reactions. I hate this. I might be turned on, but it’s humiliating.
I move the phone so he can see my face, trying to keep a neutral expression. By the amused chuckle that rumbles through the phone, I’m not successful.
“You’re kind of uptight, Jacqueline. You need to loosen up.”
“Fuck you, I am not uptight,” I mutter, forgetting for a second that I’m not speaking to one of my brothers. His eyebrows raise, and I wonder how many times anyone has said ‘fuck you’ to him.
His hand moves to his dick as he starts stroking himself. There’s a soft blue glow in the background, and I realize that he wasn’t kidding about the octopus. There’s a huge aquarium on one wall.
“If you’re not uptight, prove it and give me what I want,” he says.
Feeling awkward and uncomfortable, I push my hand between my legs and into my panties. His eyes are laser-focused on me as I start rubbing my clit.
“Lose the underwear.”
Fuck.
I swing my legs round, tugging them off, and when I look back at the camera, he’s fully naked. The guy is beyond hot. I can’t stop staring at his chiseled abs.
I spread my legs, and this time, there’s no laughter on the other end of the phone.
“Fuck, I’m gonna shove my dick so far inside you tomorrow, you’ll scream.”
