Page 80 of Yours Until Forever

I don’t even know who I am anymore.

His sharp hiss of approval once my panties are off only gets me hotter.

“Show me what I’m missing,” he orders. “Use two fingers.”

I slide two fingers in. And because I know exactly what it will do to him, I bite my lip and start fucking myself.

Gage goes quiet.

Not a breath. Not a word.

Just silence that somehow feels filthier than if he said anything.

I keep going.

Just to see how long I can keep this man speechless.

When he breaks the silence, his voice is rougher than I’ve heard it. “I’ve got a meeting, so you’ve got one minute, Amelia. Come for me. Make it fucking loud.”

I keep my eyes on the camera.

My fingers work faster.

I lift my hips, angling myself so I can reach deeper.

Gage swears and my orgasm teases.

Deeper.

Faster.

Harder.

Fuck.

My eyes close and I imagine Gage between my legs, face buried, making a mess of me.

“Fuck!” I cry out as the orgasm starts to rush.

And then I come.

Hard and loud, exactly as he told me to.

Right here on his bed.

Right here in front of his cameras.

Right here with him listening.

“Jesus,” he rasps. “I’m not going to get any fucking work done today.”

I hear rustling and then a car door closing. And then he says, “The next time you want to put a show on for me, give me some notice. I’ll clear my whole goddamn schedule.”

And then he’s gone.

I reach for my phone to send him a text.

Me:

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