Page 82 of The Penalty

“Not quite. I’m in the bathroom. Actually the powder room area. It’s more private.”

Nothing sexy about that statement at all, yet my cock jumped with interest. “Why?”

“Because I miss you and I’ve had a few drinks and I’m really horny and feel like playing.” Her tone was laced with want and hunger. “Are you alone?”

“Yes.” I put her on speaker, unzipped my jeans and pushed them down. “Not like that would matter anyway.”

A silvery laugh pealed through the phone. “No, it wouldn’t. I can picture you sneaking off to another room. Would you put me on speaker so everyone could hear?”

This fucking woman. I fisted myself and slowly started stroking. “You know I would.”

“Good boy,” she purred. Somehow I could tell she was touching herself too. “Are you laying down? Sitting up?”

Her questions came out low and husky. It made me grip myself tighter. “Sitting up. Like I’m in my bossy chair.”

“Perfect. Are you stroking yourself rough and hard? I liked watching you do that.”

Fuck. “Yes. You were on your knees watching me. Are you kneeling now? Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’ll do better than that.” A few seconds of silence followed. Then my phone vibrated. “You should really check your texts.”

When I did, I nearly passed out. A picture of her seated on a velvet couch stared back at me. The couch faced a full-length mirror.

Her reflection.

Fucking hell.

One leg was up on the couch, a black high heel braced against the cushion. The other leg spread wide. She had her dress hiked up with her fingers buried in her cunt. I couldn’t see her face because the goddam phone was in the way but her head was tilted back slightly.

Another text came through.

It was a selfie. Holy shit. She was licking her fingers.

“You are so fucking dirty,” I growled. “I love it.”

“How much do you love it, country prince?” She spoke in low, gentle tone. “Do you love it enough to make yourself come for me right now?”

I stroked myself harder.

“I can hear you. I can hear your hand moving over your cock. God…I wish I was there, kneeling in front of you. Sucking you—” her voice grew thicker with desire “—teasing you…swallowing you…I miss you…Xavier.”

My grip tightened hearing my name fall out of her mouth on a moan. An orgasm coiled at the base of my spine.

“I want you kneeling in front of me right now, taking every inch down your throat.” I let out a harsh grunt. “Do you know how fucking good your mouth feels on me? How much I love it?”

Sweat beaded over my skin as I stared at the picture she’d sent.

“Xavier…”

The phantom scent of warm, musky vanilla invaded my senses.

I should be fucking her right now. Feeling her nails clawing at my back. Hearing her greedy demands for more and harder.

My breathing grew harsh, impatient.

I bit out a low curse. My cock was hard and swollen, begging for release. I edged myself closer.

“Say my name again, dirty princess,” I ordered. “Say my name until I come.”

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