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The sexy Australian ready to take her on a journey down under?

“Are you ready for me to give you the ride of your life?”

I frowned. The accent was solid but lacking something. I didn’t think the Aussie rugby player I had in mind was going to do it for my sex kitten.

“What about a sexy Russian prince?” My frown deepened. “Emmett is not a Russian name,” I continued in the accent before switching to a posh British one. “He could be a Brit,though. A royal in disguise, ready to bend her over for a proper fuck?”

I tossed that idea in the bin too. We were overflowing with Brits in this penthouse, and she hated them at present. That would annoy her, not seduce her. I needed something that would stand out.

I ran through my arsenal of accents. “Something tells me she won’t trust a German professor. But maybe an Italian vintner with a villa in Tuscany? Or a French pastry chef who is an artist on the weekends.” I shook my head, wincing as my French accent came out more Lumiere fromBeauty and the Beastthan I’d intended. “Maybe we stay away from France. I’ve got to find a surefire panty dropper. Something that drips sex.”

A ghost of a memory flickered to life in my mind. A remnant from a conversation held years ago.

“Everything sounds good when I say it.”

Hades. That cocksure motherfucker. He wasn’t wrong, though. His accent would be perfect. Every lady melted when you called her darlin’.

Southern gentleman, it was.

“Emmett? Are you still there? You didn’t get started without me, did you?” Merri bit her lower lip and slid her fingers between her thighs, not touching herself, but hinting at the possibility.

I wanted her to bring those fingers up and show me how wet I could make her.

Unmuting my microphone, I rolled my shoulders and got into character.

“Sorry, darlin’. I was just getting set up to go hands-free for the rest of our time together. You’re too pretty to waste time typing.”

Her eyes widened, and a pulse of lust came through from her. I’m not ashamed to admit a sharp stab of jealousy hit me that shereacted so viscerally to my Hades-inspired persona. But this was what I needed. She couldn’t know it was me. Not yet. Not until she brought down some of those walls.

“Your voice...” she murmured, rubbing her thighs together.

“What about it?”

“I like it.”

“Glad to hear it, sweet girl. Now open your thighs for me and tease me with what I want to see.”

“Like this?” she asked, falling back on the bed, her shoulders and head propped up on a conveniently placed pillow so she could still look into the screen.

“Wider,” I practically growled, hand dropping to my zipper. “That’s my good girl,” I praised as she spread those shapely legs for me.

Every command I gave her pumped up the lust radiating between us. Now we were talking. I could feel her taking little tastes of me, and I did the same, desperately hoping she wasn’t experienced enough to know that’s what I was doing.

Fuck, my dick was hard as stone. Painfully swollen and dripping for her as I pulled it free of my pants.

“Are you touching yourself?” she asked, showing me that she wasn’t too far gone to forget about herclient. My mouth curled with distaste. I didn’t want to be just one of her johns, but beggars can’t be choosers.

This is a temporary measure,I reassured myself.Baby steps.

“Yeah,” I gritted out, squeezing my needy cock and giving it a taste of the attention it craved. “You make me so hard, baby. I have been since the moment I first saw you.”

Not a lie.

Not one little bit.

“Do I? Really?”

“Yes. Now stop fishing for compliments and take off that ridiculous bodysuit. I want to see you when I make you come.”

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