Page 65 of Worth the Trouble

“Hi, Vaughn.”

Vaughn.

I already fucking hate him.

“It’s fine. I’m not in the middle of anything.”

I quirk an eyebrow, not sure why that statement gets under my skin. I’m the one who told her to take the call. But something about how she casually said it makes me want to break her phone.

Instead, I settle for distraction, stripping the sheet off her in one pull.

Her eyes go wide as I sit up and look at her, but she doesn’t try to hide from me. She allows herself to be on full display and hands herself over, watching me as I hop off the bed and grab a condom from the nightstand.

I toss it onto the bed beside her, already noticing her chest rising and falling with quickening breaths.

She’s beautiful splayed out on my bed. I’m hard at the sight of her, and it’s nearly painful as I kneel between her legs and peel her knees apart, seeing her own excitement. Spreading her legs wider, anticipation flashes in her eyes. It’s intoxicating.

She’s a performer like me in more ways than she realizes. She likes being watched, and even if she doesn’t say it in words, her body reacts when my eyes are on her.

I pump my aching cock in my hand, and her gaze dips down to it. She barely pays attention to the voice on the other end of the phone as I pull a bead of cum from my dick and let it drip onto her pussy. Fuck, it’s hot. I want to fill her up and watch it slowly drip out, which is not something I’ve ever done with a chick.

It’s official, I’ve lost my mind for this girl.

Leaning closer, I glide the tip of my cock through her wetness and watch how it makes her whole body shiver, before smacking her pussy with it. I have to slap a hand over her mouth to silence the gasp that comes out.

“Quiet, sweetheart,” I whisper, tipping my chin to her phone.

I remove my hand, and she bites her lip. “Sorry, I’m here… yes… I just… something came up, so I was distracted.”

Damn right she was.

Her gaze drops once more to my dick in my hand.

“Tonight, yes, I’ll be there,” she says, even if she sounds distant as I rub my piercing over her clit. “Eight sounds good. See you then.”

She hangs up and tosses the phone with a moan. “Rome, you torture me.”

“What’s tonight?” I ask, ignoring her comment.

She opens her mouth to answer, but I sink two fingers into her at the same time, so her words come out in mumbles. Her back arches and her eyes roll back. She’s so tight it’s almost painful to be inside her, but at the same time, I’m obsessed with the feeling of it.

“Tonight, Lili. What’s going on?” I ask again, curling my fingers inside her and making her squirm.

“Tonight…” she pants. “I have a date… well… I mean—”

“A what?” I pull my hand away, realizing something in my head might have just snapped.

She senses it too because she lifts her head to look at me. “It’s not like that. He’s an old friend. It’s just dinner.”

“Mmhmm.” I look her over, reaching for the condom.

“Rome…”

Whatever look I have on my face must mirror what’s raging around in my chest because Lili looks nervous.

“It’s not like what, exactly?” I ask, rolling the condom on slowly. “It’s not you spending the day with me dick-deep in you and then going out with an ex? That’s what he is, isn’t he, Lili?”

“Well, yes. But it’s not like that.”

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