Page 43 of Claiming Becca

His voice is laced with regret. I want to ask questions, but I ignore that impulse.

“Well, you know now. We can make a change before anything happens.”

He inhales deeply, nodding once. “I hope so.” We’re quiet for several minutes, but then he turns to me with a question. “Didn’t your brother used to be a detective?” he asks.

“Yes. Why?” I reply, watching him closely.

“I heard he’s a professor now, though, right? But does he still do that kind of thing?” Victor doesn’t usually talk this much, so whatever this is must be important to him.

“He is a professor, but this is his last semester. He’s starting his own company to be a private detective.”

He leans back on the balls of his feet as he mulls over the information. “I might have a case for him.”

I wait for him to continue, but he says nothing else. “Well, we’re going over to Melissa’s house this weekend. You should come and talk to him there.”

His mouth tips up into a smile. “Yes. Olivia told me about it and asked me to come,” he replies.

“Who’s Olivia?”

He raises an eyebrow. “You all call her Liv.”

“Oh, that’s right. You’ve known her a long time, huh?”

His mouth tips up into a smile. “Her whole life.”

I want to ask more questions, but I’m learning with Victor. He’ll reveal things in his own time. One of his workers calls out to him, and he walks away. He’s known Liv her whole life. I’m interested in finding out more about their relationship. Grabbing my new phone out of my pocket, I think about calling Becca and asking her but decide against it. I’ll talk to her later. Instead, I text her.

Me: Send me a picture of you.

I hold my phone in my hand and wait patiently. A few seconds later, my phone vibrates. I swipe it open and laugh when a picture pops up of her foot.

Me: That’s the sexiest foot I’ve ever seen.

Shortcake: Do you have a foot fetish?

I chuckle and shake my head.

Me: When that foot is attached to you. Yes.

Shortcake: Send me a picture of you.

I smirk and hold the phone up in front of my face. Instead of taking a selfie, I only get a picture of my ear. I send it to her and wait.

Shortcake: I plan on sucking on that ear later. I might suck on other parts of you too.

I immediately grow hard.

Me: Fuck, Shortcake. Now I’m turned on, and I can do nothing about it.

Shortcake: I promise I’ll do something about it later.

I groan. Taking my baseball cap off and running my hands through my hair, I imagine all the things I’d like to do to her later. I also imagine all the things she can do to me.

Me: I can’t wait. I also can’t wait for you to come on my face, fingers, and cock.

I might have to find a private place to jack off to get me through the rest of this day.

Shortcake: Big Man! How the hell am I supposed to work when you’re turning me on like this?

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