Page 54 of Beautiful Beast

“So?”

“So?” I repeat.

“Let’s do it.”

“I’m literally on a balcony in a city with over seven million people.”

“Can they see you?”

“Funny.”

“Who would have thought you would be such a wimp?” she taunts.

“What do you want me to do? Jerk off while you watch?”

“Yeah, basically.”

“Are you going to strip for me at least?”

“I mean, I’ll strip, but I’m not dancing. I can’t dance. I guess that’s what I’ll need to read up on next.”

“Some things you need to learn by doing, princess. I’d much rather you spend all those reading hours with your lips wrapped around my dick than your nose buried in a book.”

“That’s a much better plan,” she agrees. “Do me a favor.”

“What’s up?”

“Take that stupid bandage off your face. You’re so sexy, and I want to see you, all of you. Please.”

With a shaking hand, I comply with her request. I’m not embarrassed about the scar anymore, at least, not around her. She’s seen my face, and she’s also seen me at my most vulnerable.

It’s just the fact that she actually means what she’s saying, and that I can’t believe such a perfect woman walked into my life.

“I really want to do this phone sex thing with you. Please, Adam. I’d still be getting off from you. Your voice. Your body. Your face.”

My heart aches in earnest, and everything about this girl is so muchmore. This isn’t just an orgasm. Conversations with her aren’t just talking. Spending time with her isn’t just idle.

She makes me feel things that I’d forgotten I was capable of and pushes me past the limits I set for myself.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You win. As usual.”

“I knew you’d see it my way. But it’s so dark,” Belle complains.

“I guess the designers weren’t thinking about porn lighting,” I reply dryly.

The balcony is small compared to my terrace in New York, but even this limited outdoor space is necessary for my well-being. I could care less about all the fancy shit in the penthouse. I’ve literally slept in trenches in the jungle.

But I need access to the sky.

I sit on one of the chairs with my back to the patio door and the phone propped on the table in front of me just in case Uncle Dennis decides to come outside.

Wouldn’t that be fun to explain?

The things this vixen makes me do.

Belle is already wiggling out of her yoga pants and my teeth grit at the view of her perfect ass in a lacy black thong. It’s making me crazy that I’m not the one to strip her down and that I can’t run my fingers across her silky-smooth skin.

I’m visual, there’s no doubt about it, and looking at her will easily make me blow.

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