I shudder as I continue rubbing at my clit. He’s jerking off more quickly now, and his hips are pulsing upward with every thrust.
“Put a finger inside yourself.”
Biting my lip, I hesitate, mesmerized by the rhythm of his hand on the screen. Pushing my own palm lower, I slide my index finger down and slowly press it into my body. I’m amazed at how wet I am. It glides inside effortlessly; those piercing eyes glaring at me as an intense wave of pleasure rises in my chest—an unstoppable force.
Someone moans, and it takes me a minute to realize that it was me.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Two fingers, please, Jacqueline.”
“It’s Jax,” I say breathlessly.
“I’ll call my little fuck toy whatever I want,” he says, and that’s when everything changes.
I’ve never had anyone speak to me like that, as if I’m a thing for their pleasure. It should be a turn off, it should make me want to hang up the call, but instead, it sends waves of pleasure ricocheting through my body.
Something about him using me like a thing is intoxicating. I think back to the expression on his face when he was thrusting into my mouth. I moan again, widening my legs.
“Two fingers. Now.”
I push another finger inside me and start to move it harder and faster as I slide lower on the floor toward the phone. I’m getting off in my brother’s office with my staff only thirty feet away, and I’ve never been so hot for it in my life.
I can feel my body clenching around my fingers, my climax building as my hips begin to lift off the floor.
“Don’t come until I do,” he says, his voice so calm and level I can hardly stand it.Does this guy feel anything?“Are you close, Jacqueline?”
“Ugh, fuck, yes,” I bite out.
“If you come before you’ve gotten me off, you’re fired.”
Holy Christ, why does that almost send me over the edge?
My fingers are twisting and curling inside me as I look down at the screen, both of us pulsing our hips toward the camera, his cock throbbing as he throws his head back on a stifled cry, and he comes like a fountain all over his hand.
There are little moans of pleasure breaking free from my throat now, impossible to suppress, and I lean back, my fingers shoving inside me so hard I see stars.
“Come.”
And I do, explosively, the hardest orgasm of my life.
Holy shit.
My breathing slowly steadies as I meet his eyes in the phone.
“Next time we’ll do that in person, and I’ll make you lick it up after,” he says darkly, and then the call goes dead.
Chapter 14
Jax
The next morning, I come into the office not knowing what to expect. I spent most of the night reliving the phone sex, wondering what the hell I was thinking.
I can’t believe I did that on camera. Am I an idiot?
It only occurred to me after the fact that Jones might have been recording me the whole time. My naked body may be already all over the dark web, for all I know.
The thought of that makes me feel sick.
One of my boyfriends in college once put a naked photo of me online without my consent, and when I asked him to take it down, he wouldn’t.
