Page 68 of The Riskiest Move

“You’ve piqued my interest. What’s this idea of yours?”

“I was hoping you’d say that. I think we should share an intimate moment.”

“Now?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Okay. Show me your dick.”

He makes a choking sound, then coughs a few times. “Jesus. Warn a fella when you’re going to blurt that kind of stuff out.”

I snicker. “Well, I figured I’d get this party started.”

He lies down on the bed. Although I can only see his face right now, it’s obvious by the way he’s moving around that he’s removing his pants.

“Give me one second,” I say, standing. “Autumn’s not here, but just in case she comes home I’m going to move to my bedroom.” I walk through the house, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge on the way past. I lock myself in my room and lie on my bed. “What now?”

“My pants are off and yours need to be too.”

“Okay. Hold on.” I wiggle free of my shorts and panties. “All set.”

“Let me see,” he says.

“You show me first,” I counter.

He lowers the phone from his face, down his bare torso to his thick, erect cock.

“Oh yum,” I say, licking my lips.

He groans. “Jesus, Scar. You’re gonna make me come before I even jerk off.”

“You think I could actually do that?” I ask, intrigued at the idea.

“We can try that some other time. Right now, I just want to watch you touch yourself.”

“With a toy or without?”

“I’ll let you choose.”

“Toy it is.” I reach over to my nightstand, rummaging through the drawer, and pull one out. “This is my favorite,” I say, holding up the green object.

“What does it do?” he asks.

“It stimulates my clit.”

“Damn, I really wish we were together.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll hold the phone close so you watch.”

“Hell yes. You better.”

“You too. I want that dick filling my screen.”

His expression becomes tortured.

“Jesus, Scarlett. The things you say.”

I laugh. “Too much?”

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