Page 186 of Waiting Game

“Hey, Betsy. Looking cute with the little mohawk.”

“Don’t get any ideas,” I tease, smoothing my finger over the ruffled fur that’s mussed from the grip Cupid had on her. “I like something to hold on to.”

He grunts, but that’s when he lowers the camera and I see he’s in bed, naked, with a boner on full display.

I mock-gasp and gently hover my hand over Betsy’s eyes. “Behave yourself in front of the children, Cole!”

Though he laughs, his eyes have gone to half-mast, and dayum if that doesn’t get me moving on the double.

“I saw you were limping down the tunnel.”

“That whack to the calf fucked me up. It’ll be fine. It’s more tedious than painful.”

“Pain is never tedious. It’spain.”

Harrumphing when he shrugs, I get Betsy sorted with a bottle. When she doesn’t want more than half, I’m grateful because it means I can head to my bedroom and leave her in Cupid’s care.

Who knew I had a cat nanny all lined up?

“Be good,” I shout to the pussy patrol in my living room, ignoring Curtis the Butthead’s displeased meow.

“I’m always good, babe. You wound me.”

I stick my face in the camera. “Not you.”

“Does this mean I get your full attention?”

“Do you want it?”

“Hell, yeah, if it means you’re getting naked too. Oh, I’ll be back tomorrow at nine.”

I hum my understanding as I set up my cell in a stand and position myself in front of it so he can watch me strip off.

“You going straight to your apartment?”

He clears his throat. “Nah. Yours. Plus, my calf needs the…” Eyes glazing over at my striptease, he rasps, “Um, rest.”

“Ohh, so I get to spend the morning with you?”

“If you want to,” he mumbles, his gaze locked on my tits which bounce in my bra before I snap the fastener at the back. “Damn, I need to titty fuck those.”

“Thought you were supposed to be charming, Cole.”

“You know me—I live and breathe charm.” He groans. “Do a twirl. Let me see your ass.” Another pained moan escapes him. “What are you trying to do to me, woman?”

I make sure to twerk a little because he’s got a weird fixation on my butt bouncing which is when he growls.

“I need to slam into that.”

My back still to the camera, I bend over, resting my hand on the foot of the bed and spreading my legs so he can see my pussy.

“Ah, God damn,” he grates out.

A second later, I hear the telltale sound of him jacking off.

He’s either coated in lube or his dick is leaking pre-cum because he sounds wet and the prospect has my head rolling forward to look at the very small viewfinder I’ve given myself between my thighs.

When I notice that he’s tilted the camera down so I can see more of him, I realize how much better this is than talking to him as Kor.

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