Page 105 of The Billionaire Is Back

“Now, get out your phone and open the app. You have to send me an invitation so I can control the device for you.”

“Right.” She pulls her jeans back up and then pulls the phone out from the back pocket. She zips and buttons up her jeans before opening up the pleasure app.

“What are you doing?”

“If I have tight jeans on it’ll stay pressed up against me and I can use my hands for other things,” she explains as she swipes at her phone.

I accept the invitation to control her device faster than I’ve ever accepted any invitation to anything in my life. With one hand. My other hand is undoing my own pants. “I’m going to start slow,” I tell her. I tap the Smooth Operator Mode button. A quick and steady vibration.

She immediately jumps and lets out a yelp. “Oh!” She covers her mouth and giggles. “It tickles.”

“Tickles, huh?” That will never do.

“But I like it. Leave it.” She takes a seat at the edge of the bed and leans forward a bit, closing her eyes and smiling dreamily. Then she rocks back and forth, side to side.

Oh, baby. “Good?”

“Yeah.” She squeezes her knees together, wiggles around.

“Those jeans are coming off later.”

“We’ll see,” she says, so quietly I can barely hear her.

I touch the button to turn the vibrator off. I’m rewarded by her attention snapping back to the camera with a pout. “Hey!”

“The jeans will be coming off later. I want to see your ass, and I want to see you touching yourself.”

She bites her bottom lip, and her expression reads equal parts annoyed, frustrated, and excited by that. “Fine,” she huffs. “You’re the boss.”

“God, I love you,” I say as I fist my dick.

“I love you too…sir.”

I am so turned on by her telling me I’m the boss and calling mesirthat I almost forget to use the app. I tap the button called Pants Rocket in Sight, After-Work Delight. If I weren’t so fucking horny right now, I would be laughing so hard.

Claire lets out another little yelp in surprise.

“Tell me how that feels.”

“It’s a rhythmic tapping, but a vibrating tap.”

I switch it to Good Vibrations and cycle back and forth between that and the tapping one. “You remember that night in my car?”

Her eyes are closed. She’s swaying a little. “Of course I do.” She casually strokes her belly and then sticks her hand up her shirt to cup her breast. She grins as she opens her eyes, forcing herself to stare at the camera. “Are you touching yourself now too?”

“’Course I am. Pretending it’s your hand instead of mine.”

“Am I stroking you nice and slow like I usually do in the beginning, or am I pumping you hard and fast the way you do it in the shower?” She massages her breast.

“Somewhere in between.” I groan. “Let me see your beautiful tits, baby.”

She smirks, that flirty, bratty little smirk. I may have the controls, but she has all the power right now, and she knows it. She flashes her tits at me and then hops up. “How was that?”

I am gritting my teeth. That was evil. “Never mind. Get back to work. Do your laundry.” I punctuate that order with a vibrating punctuation mark. Smooth Operator again.

Her eyes flutter shut again, again she sways a little. She lifts up her T-shirt with one hand and circles her nipple with the fingertips of the other.

Good girl.

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