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As far as ideas went, it wasn’t terrible.
“Mmm, but do you have big ones?” she murmured before she typed something and let out another giggle.
Oh, I’d show her big ones. The walls and door around me darkened as my shadow expanded along with my jealousy. All I wanted was for my dream encounter with Merri to be real, and hearing her flirting with some knob online only drove home the point that I would never have her.
I’d have to settle for the pieces of her that were available to me.
With that thought in mind, I stalked down the hall, my shadow swelling behind me like a billowing cloak.
Just ahead, Sin turned the corner, heading to his room. He took one look at me from his doorway and snickered. “Looks like the ‘I am the night’ portion of the day has begun. Go on. Say it. I’m Batman.”
Without a word, I sent my shadow at him, shoving him inside and slamming the door closed in his face.
“Ow,” he whimpered from behind the wood. “My nose.”
I smirked, then pulled my darkness in closer. He’d be fine. Unfortunately.
With Merri’s sweet giggles still echoing in my head, I stormed into my room and made a beeline for my computer. The curtains were already drawn, blanketing the large space in comforting shadows, and as the screen came to life, I gave myself a moment to gather my composure.
“If you’re going to be distracted, wildflower, it’s going to be because of me.”
I logged in to my account on TwoLips and navigated straight to the only page that interested me. Merri’s.
She wasn’t live.
A sneer curled my upper lip. Was she in a private session?
No. She wasn’t logged in at all. The little green circle at the bottom right of her picture was gray.
So who the fuck was she talking to?
Before I had a chance to follow the line of thought, I noticed the little 1 icon next to the envelope symbol at the top of my screen. I had a new unread message.
That could only be from one person.
I clicked on the icon, and my mouth ran dry at the video that began auto-playing.
“Oh hi, Daddy,” Merri purred into the camera.
Her voice went directly to my cock. I’d already been half hard since spying on her in her room, but now? Fuck, I was done for. It was like a pulse of lust was trained straight between my legs.
My gaze wandered over her form, the sweet-as-pie pair of braids trailing over her shoulders, the pouty pink lips, her spray of freckles. But what really got me was the crisp white men’s button-down she wore. It was many sizes too large for her, only held closed by two buttons in the middle of the shirt, the fabric gaping open and showing tantalizing glimpses of her silken skin.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she continued, fingers lazily playing with the placket of the shirt, drawing my attention to her cleavage. “I snuck into your closet and grabbed one of your shirts.”
I glanced at my closet before my brain reminded me that she didn’t actually know who I was, so she couldn’t have done that. But the thought that she had... fuuuck.
She brought the collar to her nose and inhaled. “Mmm, it smells like you. God, I miss you, Daddy.” Her bottom lip pushed out into a little frown.
Annnd my palm had somehow found its way to my rock-hard erection. I gave myself a squeeze and groaned as my dick throbbed in response. If she was anywhere as good with her mouth as my subconscious had made her out to be, I wouldn’t make it out of a night with her alive. What a twist that would be.
“Such a good fucking girl for me,” I rasped out, knowing she couldn’t hear me but desperate to say it nonetheless.
She leaned closer to the camera, and I swore I could see a tiny sliver of dusky nipple. “I hope you can find some time for us soon. I’d really love to talk to you and make sure you’re getting all your... needs met. Just let me know when you want to see me, okay, Daddy?”
“How about right now, wildflower?” I murmured.
“Hope you’re having a great day, or if not, that my little message made it better,” she continued, blowing a kiss into the camera. “Bye for now... Daddy.”
