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But this?

This is for me.

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DOG FACETIME

Miles

I stare so hard I’m pretty sure I’ve stopped breathing. I can’t look away. I can’t stop. The scene unfolding in front of me is every fantasy I’ve ever had about Leighton come to life. She closes her eyes and lets a hand drift down the fabric of my jersey, her fingers brushing over the number twenty-one, then teasing the top of her panties.

They’re black. Lacy.

My body roars with need, heat surging through me at the thought of stripping them off her.

But she’s setting the pace—slow, deliberate, deliciously torturous. It’s a striptease that’s like honey, a drizzle of sweetness that’s driving me insane. She tugs at the hem of the jersey, inching it up, up, up, revealing a sliver of pale skin. Then more.

When she reaches the bottom of her breasts, my throat goes desert dry. The lower curves of those perfectglobes peek out, and it’s enough to wreck me completely. I make a sound—raw, feral, full of need.

She smiles. She knows what she’s doing to me even if we aren’t talking.

And then—just as she starts to pull the jersey over her head—the camera blinks off.

What the fuck?

An alert flashes on my home camera system.Dog-cam: Offline.

I’m not just turned on anymore; now I’m worried. My pulse is a mix of lust and panic as I call her immediately.

She doesn’t answer.

The worry tightens in my chest for the longest thirty seconds of my life—until a new notification pops up.

Dog-cam: Online.

Merry fucking Christmas to me.

Leighton’s in my bed, sitting on her knees, picking up right where she left off. The dogs are off the bed. Thank fuck.

With one swift, seductive motion, she pulls my jersey over her head and tosses it aside, leaving her bare from the waist up. Her gorgeous tits bounce and my mouth waters.

I’m done for.

Wait. Nope. Make that I’m absolutely ruined when she leans forward, her face closer to the camera and she slowly lifts a finger, making a shushing sound.

“Sweetheart, I’ll be so goddamn quiet,” I mutter to myself as she turns around and crawls across to the nightstand, giving me a perfect view of her ass, covered mostly in black lace. When she spins to face me, she’s running her hand along a thick, peach vibrator made from sustainableplastic, and the look on her face is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

The toy I gave her.

Lust cranks higher in me as she slides the head inside, then down her panties, gliding it across her pretty pussy. I can’t see it touching her, but I can imagine. Oh hell, can I imagine.

She takes it out and brings it closer to the camera, showing me…

My pulse rockets to the moon—the toy glistens.

A rumble works its way up my chest. I can’t stand the electric pressure in my cells. I can’t take this rabid want pulsing in my veins. I palm my cock through my boxer briefs, then hit her name on the phone. She stretches across the bed to answer on speaker.

“Hi.”

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