Page 73 of Forecasting the Forward

“Any other cameras I should know about?”

“No.”

Huh. I’m weirdly disappointed in that.

Jacob lets out a loud bark of laughter. “Do you want me to put in more cameras, Spitfire?”

“What? No!”

“Becca, I literally just told you I’m watching you right now. You’re pouting. What exactly would happen if there were more cameras?”

“I don’t know. I’m as surprised as you are about my reaction.” Just talking about this with Jacob is making me all hot and bothered. “It doesn’t matter because there aren’t any cameras. Anyway, I just dangle a piece of spinach under the chair and she’ll come out?”

“Yeah. Go ahead and try. I’ll wait.”

It takes a few minutes before Bluebell takes the bait, and once she’s safely back in the cage system, I let out a relieved exhale. “I don’t think you have to worry about me taking them out of their cages anytime soon. That was way more stressful than I thought it would be.”

“You’ll get used to it. I love that you’re trying, darlin’. Are you heading to bed now?” Jacob asks.

“My alarm goes off in five hours, so yes. I wanted to stay up to see how your game went.”

Jacob gives me the rundown on his game as I lock up the apartment and make my way to the bedroom. After brushing my teeth, I climb into his big bed, noticing again how empty it is without him here.

“Turn on FaceTime, darlin’,” Jacob commands quietly.

“What? Why?” I ask.

“If you want to be watched, I’m gonna watch while you get yourself off.”

“Jacob!” I hiss, outraged as I look around the room wildly. I snort as I realize how absurd I must look, and I’m thankful there isn’t a camera in here for Jacob to watch me act like a buffoon.

“You were disappointed I didn’t have more cameras around the apartment. It turns you on to think about me watching you. So you’re gonna put Thunder in the hallway, turn on your camera, and then you’re gonna get yourself off while I tell you all the things I’d do to you if I were there right now.”

Hand shaking, I force my dog outside the bedroom door, close it, then pull the phone away from my ear to press the FaceTime option. Jacob’s handsome face fills the screen after one ring. Hair still damp from a shower, he’s shirtless, stretched back against a hotel bed, with one arm propped behind his head. He’s too pretty for his own good.

“There is something about how sexy you look in my bed. I think this is my favorite version of you. No makeup, no practiced performance that you have to put on for television. It’s just you. All natural. Beautiful. Mine.” His blue eyes stare intensely at me, sheer lust emanating from them in heady waves.

Holy moly. “Jacob.”

He groans, his eyes closing. “Fucking love when you say my name like that, Spitfire. I’m hard as a rock right now. What I wouldn’t give to sink into your incredible pussy, feel you clench around me. Best fucking feeling on the planet.”

Rubbing my thighs together, I relish in the friction it creates. “I wish you were here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Touch yourself, baby. Slowly. I want you to gently circle your clit, but nothing else,” he commands, his voice rough and husky as he watches.

Too far gone to care about how embarrassing it could be if anyone knew about this, I slide my hand into my panties, immediately moaning when I touch my clit. “Do you — do you want to see?”

“No,” he replies gruffly. “I want to see your face when you come. I know your pussy intimately, and while I have every intention of spending quite a bit of time between your legs whenever I get the chance, it’s your face that I need right now.”

I gaze into his eyes, and I know I can’t continue unless he joins in. “Will you touch yourself for me, please, Jacob?”

“Fuck,” he hisses, his arm dropping from behind his head. “I’ll do anything for you, darlin’.”

Keeping his camera focused on his face, I see a shoulder shift as Jacob maneuvers into a different position. Without me asking, he tilts the camera down to show a hand wrapped around his shaft, his boxer briefs pulled down slightly so he can stroke the length comfortably. I’m completely enthralled as I watch his thumb swipe around the frenum piercing. So focused, in fact, that I’ve stopped touching myself, and Jacob chuckles. “If you can’t stay on task, wife, I won’t let you watch me.”

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