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I can barely make myself care about the mess I’m making as I spasm and gasp, matching the volume and pitch of the breathy voice coming from my phone speakers.

The audio clip ends with her giving a little giggle, the sound piercing through my chest like a hot poker.

I want her here.

I need her here.

I drop my still throbbing cock and flop back on the sofa, fully and completely spent.

My phone buzzes, and I glance down at the screen.

Naomi: Did you get there?

I don’t reach for it, instead closing my eyes once more. Now that I got myself off, the mist of insanity that lowered over me the second I hit play on that video is starting to lift.

What am I doing?

I can’t be doing this.

My phone buzzes again.

Naomi: Do you still want me to delete the video? *winking emoji*

Reality hits me upside the head in full force.

This is Dom’s little sister.

Dom…whose money allowed me to have the life I have.

She’s got a video of us fooling around.

It’s my job to tell her to delete the video so I can protect my life and friendships.

But there’s no way in hell I’m going to do it.

Chapter Sixteen

Sam

Idon’t respond to any more of Naomi’s messages that night, but they don’t stop. By the time I get up for work the next morning, I have four unread messages, and not one of them is an important work-related message that I left my phone on all night for.

Naomi: That was so freaking hot

Naomi: Thanks for playing

Naomi: Night Sam

Naomi: Let’s talk tomorrow

I close the app without responding, but I know she can tell I read her messages. Damn technology.

I get two blissfully quiet hours in my office in the morning to deal with scheduling and HR issues that were sent my way the day before. It’s nearly ten before my phonebuzzes.

Naomi: I’m heading to Fran’s house to talk about wedding stuff in a few.

I vaguely remember her and Fran discussing the wedding at the bar. It’ll be great to have her out of the resort today. I can’t think knowing she’s close.

Knowing I could climb one flight of stairs and do in person all the dirty things I was imagining last night.

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