Page 28 of On Your Knees

“No, but I will now.” I click the video and it’s a thirty-second clip of me, dragging the bat along the ground saying, “If I catch you, you’ll get on your knees for me.” The clip ends with me spreading my legs, but the camera view is from behind, so you don’t see anything naughty.

“How hot is that clip!” he blurts out, and I agree.

I want to ask Zeland for the full clip. I have never wanted to watch myself be fucked before, but somehow Zeland has changed my mind.

“Maybe I should let you go and get acquainted with your hand, then get some sleep and be ready for your big day. I actually need to shower and attempt to sleep as well.”

Arlo laughs. “Are you ditching me to go flick the bean?”

“Busted. Good luck tomorrow. I can’t wait to hear how it went.”

I’m not lying either; I can’t wait. Also, I can’t wait to tell Zeland that I am coming to work with him tomorrow—I want to see what Arlo looks like in person.

“Goodnight.”

“Night,” I reply.

I remove the headset and place it back on the holder and go on a mission. First to find Ridge and threaten him that he can’t ever fire Arlo, then to get Zeland to send the clip to me so I can watch it all the way through.

Weaving through the house, I search all the areas Ridge might be before I venture up to his room. I wonder if he is as anal about people in his space as he is abouteverything else. When I knock on his door, it’s Zeland’s voice that responds.

“Come in, Pocket Rocket.”

Twisting the handle, I push open the door and see both men in bed. “Shit, you could have told me to fuck off.”

Zeland laughs.

“I told him that, stray, but he just had to invite you in,” Ridge says with a scowl.

“You can join us if you like,” Zeland offers, ignoring the brooding man beside him. “We are watching some boring-ass show about... I don’t even know what it’s about. I’ve been playing with his cock.”

I chuckle at his openness.

“Is there something you want?” Ridge deadpans.

Right, I came up here on a mission.

“Yes, you can’t fire Arlo,” I say matter-of-factly, trying to use the tone he does when he is on the phone.

“And why would I do that if he does his job?”

“Well, I didn’t think of that, did I? Honestly, I thought you only gave him the job to be a controlling asshole.”

Zeland chuckles, and Ridge puts him in a headlock since he was lying on Ridge’s arm. My mouth falls open at the bulge of his biceps—fuck, he has gorgeous arms.

“I might have looked into him to know more about the guy the stray Zeland brought home was talking to, but his skills are impressive. Were there any other demands?”

“Yes. Zeland, you’re an asshole! I just saw the username HideNSeekHottie. Really?!”

Zeland laughs. “I’m not sorry. Have you seen how many subscribers you’ve already gotten?”

“That’s beside the point, and can you send me the full video?”

His eyes light up, and he pushes up onto his elbows with a shit-eating grin. “You wanna see us fuck, Pocket Rocket? I can confirm it’s hot.”

“Just send it to me, asshole. And I hope Ridge shoves his cock so far up your ass you walk with a limp tomorrow.”

“You and me both.”

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