Page 91 of Look, Don't Touch

“Then may we never get what we deserve.”

My lips quirk. “I didn’t ask for forgiveness or forgive on this trip. I’m afraid I just wasted your fuel and your crew’s time.”

“Nonsense. You marked my plane with your scent. Making it all worthwhile.”

My cheeks heat. “I smelled you on Plink this morning.”

“How did that make you feel?”

“Happy, and some other things.”

“Elaborate.”

“Well.” I wrestle my legs around the covers. “I’m lying in your bed right now, wishing you were here with me.”

“And what would I be doing if I were there?”

“Touching me.”

“Press the telecom button on the console by your head.” His order is snappy and full of desire.

When I do, a TV screen at the end of the bed lifts from a hidden compartment, and then flicks to life. In the window, I can see Arlo wearing a suit reclined in the back of a limo. A long jacket lies by his side. One of his big hands rests on the door, while the other holds his phone to his ear.

I shoot up onto my knees. There’s no chance of keeping the smile off my face, so I don’t try. I lean forward and whisper, “Hi.”

“Hello, Siren.” He points toward me. “Reach into the console near the coms button, grab the earbuds, and put them in.”

I comply with a flurry of movement that sends Plinko skittering to his very own cat cave, complete with a stuffed animal with a freaking heartbeat.

“Good.” I can hear Arlo as though he’s whispering in my ear.

“Can you see me?” My phone is still to my ear, and I hear him answer in tandem.

“Yes.” He hangs up the cell phone, but I can still hear and see him perfectly. I do the same and abandon my phone while scooting closer to the screen. My throat feels tight. I want to reach out and touch him. “Beautiful. Haunted. My siren. Take your clothes off and spread your legs for me.”

Sorrow turns to fire and blazes through my veins. My mouth pops open.

“If I were there,” he says, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock, “I’d put this in your pretty, shocked little mouth and make you choke on it.”

I moan and ruin my panties with a gush of moisture. My fingers fumble with the hem of my pale pink sweater dress at the tops of my knees. “Yes,” I beg and rip at my clothes, thankful that I wore so few. My shoes and socks are already on the floor. My dress meets them and I’m in only a bra and soaked undies.

“Take those panties off. Nice and slow, let me see.”

My body vibrates with longing to have him close, and even more, to please him. I sit back on my ass and work my panties over my hips. The fabric slides down my legs, and then I tuck them under me and spread my knees, letting the swell of my pussy wink at him.

“Perfect.” He scoots toward the edge of his seat. “Now, be a good girl and put them in your mouth.”

The thing in question gasps.

“Can’t have Nat running in to check on you while I take care of your aching cunt, can we?”

My gaze flits to the door. Last I saw, Nat was reclined with an eye mask and blanket. Sound asleep. Still, my pulse jumps.

When I look at Arlo and his beautiful hand around his fat cock, I moan and stuff my mouth.

“That’s it. Now, stop teasing and pull those lacy cups down for me.”

The points of my nipples look like they’re trying to tattoo him through the screen.

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