Page 104 of The Billionaire Is Back

She’s pouting. She’s pouting in that way that only girlfriends who know you’re crazy about them pout. “What?”

“Did you charge that thing I got for you before I left, and did you download the app and then bind the device to it?”

She crosses her arms at her chest and tries to frown. She’s wearing an old, worn-out T-shirt from our high school that she’s cropped. It hugs her tits and bares her midriff, and I can’t see all of her and it is very frustrating. “That’s three questions. Yes, I charged it and I paired it with the app.”

“Binded it. It’s called device binding.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“I didn’t make it up. Go get it.”

“I have to do my laundry.”

“You will do your laundry. First, you will place the device where it belongs, then you will do whatever you need to do with your hands, and I will ensure that you feel good while doing it.”

“But you don’t want to use the video-chat feature that’s in the app, and I don’t want to carry around my iPad.”

“I have a solution for that.”

“Oh, really? So do I. You could come home.”

“Claire. You know I can’t come home yet. Do you want to argue about this now, or do you want to argue with me while you’re doing laundry and I’m controlling your pleasure?”

“Those are my options?”

I must look like I’m about to pick up my monitor and throw it out the window.

“Fine! I will go upstairs and get it. I’ll text you whenit’s in place.” She ends the video call before I can tell her that I want to watch her put it in place.

I’m just mad that I didn’t think to have someone develop a smart-control appanda remote-control wearable panty vibrator sooner so I don’t have to rely on commercial technology. But my tech guy will have a prototype ready next week. And fortunately, I did have a top-notch security system installed as soon as we took possession of the house.

I have never been so eager to open a home-security app. I pull it up on my iPad instead of my personal phone. So I have a bigger screen to look at, but also because I’ll have to use the app on my phone to control something else. As I carry it over to the sofa in my home office, I marvel at how quickly I have access to every camera on the inside and outside of the house in Beacon Harbor.Ourhouse. Impatiently, I scan through the different screens, passing through the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, until I can see the master bedroom.Ourbedroom. The light is on in the adjoining bathroom.

There’s a microphone icon on the screen. I tap it and lean in closer to the mic on my iPad. “Claire. You in the bathroom?”

She cautiously pokes her head out of the bathroom door and scans the room for me. She looks like a cat who just heard her person’s voice. So. Cute.

“I’m not there. Wish I were. I’m watching you on the security system now.”

She arches her eyebrows as she looks up at the small camera that’s installed on the ceiling. “Wait, what?” Shewalks out holding the small pink silicone vibrator in the palm of her hand, the way she’d hold up a cupcake or a muffin. As she figures out what’s happening, though, her hands form fists. “Are you kidding me?”

Before she can wind herself up, I jump in: “I will only ever do this when you’re at home if you say it’s okay first. After this, that is. Is this okay?”

I can see on her pretty face and in her posture that she’s intrigued and turned on by the thought of me watching her like this. And she should be. I love to look at her almost as much as I love to hear the things that come out of her mouth and eat the things that come out of her oven. Which is almost as much as I love to eat her—never mind.

She angles herself to face the camera directly. “Yes. It’s okay.”

“Good. Thank you. I’d like to watch you put that vibrator in place against your clit. May I do that?”

“Yes. You may.” She unzips her jeans and wiggles out of them far enough to expose her panties and the tops of her thighs.

Now I can see her whole body. I can’t see it up close, but I can see her belly and her hips. I can see the way that old T-shirt hugs her tits. My dick is already hard. I grab it, over my pants. Most of my conscious brain is focused on my girlfriend as she slides the vibe inside the front of her panties. Part of my brain is seriously considering investing most of my money into developing a portal that can get me back to my girl so I can be the one slipping my hand between her legs. Or sticking my face in there.

Claire is concentrating so hard as she makes adjustments,wiggling the thing around. Like this is an exact science. Like she’s measuring out ingredients. Finally, she slips her hand out, squeezing her thighs together. “The apparatus has been properly placed, your highness,” Claire says, smirking up at the camera.

“Aw, babe. You don’t have to call meyour highness.Sirwill do just fine.”

She guffaws at that.

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