Page 96 of Cam Girl

“You’re a fucking online porno queen. That’s what I’m talking about. Your secret is out.”

Is she seriously trying to dispute what I’ve seen with my own two eyes?

Gilli shakes her head and clenches the knot of the towel between her breasts. “It’s not me. The face is blurred. Could be anybody. Besides, I’m too shy to do any of those things.”

Bullshit. She wants to feed me lies? She’ll have to do a hell of a lot better. I’m not hungry enough to accept them.

“You think we need to see your face to know? Yourfreckles.” I’m going on what Aiden said because I haven’t seen her tits for myself.

I don’t want to.

I want her to go home. I certainly don’t want the ends of the towel to fall open with her movement and show a stretch of long golden leg.

My mouth is bone dry and my cock hard enough to press painfully against the inside of my pants, a gut reaction to a beautiful woman, not because it’s her.

Not with her long dark hair soaking wet and curling at the end. Not with her eyes shadowed, her white-knuckled hands desperate to keep the towel in place.

Rather than backing up, Gilli faces me fully and sticks her chin out. Petulant and bratty in her go to defensive maneuver.

“Everyone has freckles, Soren.” Her lips purse. “It’s not me.”

Damn me. I shouldn’t want her.

I’m broken.

Right now, it’s the two of us in this room and not a shit is given for Tase and Aiden. Not even the shock on Aiden’sface when I grabbed his phone makes me turn back from whatever the hell it is I’m doing.

Confronting her, a part of me reassures. Figuring out the dangers she brought with her.

“You’re gonna tell me the truth, Gillian,” I demand.

“You come in my room like a demon escaping the underworld, throwing a cell phone in my face, and expect me to spill?” Her chin lifts higher. “Get the hell out.”

“Not until you start talking.”

“Like it’s going to change anything.”

She scoffs, but her tongue darts out, and seeing it, seeing the beads of moisture on her skin, I’m seconds away from?—

What? From what?

From physically taking her in my arms and demanding she speak to me?

I want to know her secrets, to drag them out of her myself. But I’m stunned into silence as I watch her. Adrenaline rushes through me and burns my veins until I’m not sure if I want to jerk off or puke.

“Maybe it will change everything,” I counter. “Is this what you’re running from? Did something happen with one of your—” What do I even call them? “Clients?”

Then she groans on the video and I nearly crack. My attention dips down to the top of the towel again and the nipples I swear are visible beneath the material despite the low light.

I’m about to fucking explode and I’m not sure what to do about it.

Scratch that. I’m absolutely sure what I’d like to do about it and I’m desperately clinging to the wrongness of it.

She shrugs. “What do you want me to say? You’ve got the lines scripted in your head. I’ll never match them.”

“These clients pay to watch you strip.” I sound strangled.

Darling little Gillian Kerrigan gets naked and touches herself online for money. What else does she do?

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