Page 85 of Blocked Score

An incoming videocall notification pops up on my computer exactly on the dot when Lane said he’d be calling. I accept the call, and when Lane’s face fills my screen, a knot tightens low in my belly.

It’s not just because I get a physical reaction every time I see Lane, which I do; but right now, there’s something darker in his expression that sends a wave of anticipation washing over me.

“Nice game,” I open with.

A smile twitches on his lips and he lets out a low sound of acknowledgment, but something about his demeanor tells me his big win isn’t what he called to talk about.

“You have the package?” There’s that husk in his voice again, and it sends a flurry of sparks skittering up my back.

I hold up the small brown box to the camera.

His nostrils flare, and his eyes darken even more. “Open it.”

I open the nondescript package, and …

“Oh,” the word pops from my mouth when I see what’s inside.

After opening the smaller package inside and removing its contents, my eyes tick from the object in my hand to Lane’s face on my computer screen. Even with the resolution of his camera, I can spot the sharp gleam flickering in his eyes.

“It’s for you,” he says, gravel in his tone.

Muscles tug at the junction of my legs. Lane ordered me a … toy.

It’s a curved purple object with a hollow opening at the top. I know it’s a clitoral stimulator, though I’ve never used one before.

“It fucking killed me knowing that I’d be away from you for four days. Four days without being able to make you come,” Lane rasps, his voice becoming tight and intense in a way that has my stomach twisting and heat pulsing through my center. “But if I couldn’t be there to do it myself, I thought the next best thing would be to buy you something that could get you off, so you’d know the orgasm came from me even if I’m not there in person.”

I roll my thighs together, feeling the slick warmth gathered between them.

I’m not a shy person, but my cheeks are burning as I look at Lane and ask, “Want to watch me use it?”

His jaw muscles flex. He nods. “I do. But not right now. Put it down.”

There’s a bossiness in Lane’s tone that I’m not used to. But I think I like it. I follow his directions, setting the toy down on the desk next to my computer.

“Now take your shirt off,” he commands.

Heat fills cheeks. “Is anyone in the room with you?”

“I’m rooming with Rhys. He and the rest of the guys are out celebrating. They won’t be back for a while.”

“You don’t want to go celebrate with them?”

He shakes his head. “I’m exactly where I want to be. Now stop stalling and get that shirt off.”

His voice is raspy with authority, and it feels too damn good to obey him as I tug off my shirt.

Lane purrs a low hum of appreciation. His gaze sears on my breasts through the screen, making my nipples so taut that they pinch.

“Play with those pretty tits for me,” he commands.

I follow his instructions. Pleasure dances through my body as I curl my thumb and forefingers around the firm nubs of my nipples. Arousal builds up inside me until an ache is throbbing between my legs. My eyelids flutter closed, and I drag my tongue across my lips.

“Eyes on me, Scarlett.”

My eyelids snap open at Lane’s firm tone.

I keep my eyes open, locked on his. The teasing pleasure of toying with my nipples for him only makes the pangs between my legs sharper and the aching yearning more insistent, until the edges of my vision become hazy as I force my gaze to stay locked with Lane’s, struggling to keep my eyes from rolling.

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