Page 107 of A Convenient Secret
“Refer to a minute ago. I practically caught you.”
“Lily, I—”
“Don’t… Just don’t. I need to digest this.”
The line goes dead. Fuck.
She paces back and forth, and I start packing my things, almost forgetting that my cock is hanging out. I have to go home and talk to her.
Explain. Somehow. How? Apologize. Grovel. Flowers. I need flowers.
What the fuck? I haven’t bought her flowers ever, and now I’m going to use them so she looks at my fucked-up actions more favorably? The whole idea feels insulting.
I zip up, and I’m about to turn the monitor off, but the image pushes me back to my chair. Lily is back on her bed, spreading her legs, angled toward the camera.
“Seagull,” I groan and turn the feed off. Good punishment, knowing she is getting herselfoff.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. “Lily.” I breathe out.
“Are you still watching?”
Again, I can’t detect the tone behind her question. “I’ve just turned it off.”
She remains silent for a beat, and I feel like I will explode from tension, the unresolved energy cruising through me like a series of electric shocks.
“Turn it back on.”
The entire world pauses, including my breathing. “Lily, you don’t—”
“Do as I say.” Her command brings everything to high definition.
Fuck, that was hot. I turn the monitor on and bring the app back to the screen. “It’s on.”
“I’m all wet for you, Declan,” she breathes into the phone, and drops it to the bed. “And mad. Really mad at you, but you’re going to make me come over that line so I can work through my anger.” She must be on speaker now. Both her hands roam up her thighs.
“Of course, baby.”
“But you can’t touch yourself. This is for me.” She peels off her panties.
“How do you know—”
“Promise me.” She opens her legs, and my cock pushes against my zipper painfully.
“I promise,” I grit out.
She hums contentedly. “I need this, Declan.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath in. “Can you spread wider for me?”
She scoots her heels closer to her ass and opens her knees.
I grip the armrests.
“Touch yourself, give your clit attention. You’re so fucking beautiful, Lily.”
Her hand inches between her thighs, and the moan that comes out of her when she massages herself is almost my undoing.
“How does it feel?” I rasp.
