Page 40 of With a Cherry On Top

I got so hard so fast, my dick might turn into a missile and shoot into space.

Just not tonight.

Charlotte laughs, the sound loud and genuine, and quickly covers her mouth with her fingers. Her eyes dart toward the door, then back to me. “I can’t make too much noise. Don’t be funny.”

I lean back against the headboard, one corner of my lips pulling up. “All right,” I say, even though she can’t hear me.

I need to wipe this idiot smile off my face. The only problem is that I enjoy watching her laugh more than I enjoy watching her orgasm. And Idolove watching that.

She’s just...so different on TOP. Less restrained, polished. More like herself.

I’m obsessed with it.

“So...” She shifts, propping herself up on one elbow, her cheek resting on her palm. Loose strands of hair tumble across her face, and she brushes them away absentmindedly. “What do you want to do tonight?”

I glance at the screen, my fingers hesitating for just a second before I move to the fourth box.

Custom request.

A lump forms in my throat as I type, then press enter.

Her eyes narrow slightly, then she drags her cursor across the screen. “Hmm. A custom request, huh? Let’s see.”

There’s aclickas she selects it, then she blinks.

“‘Let’s keep talking’?” she reads aloud, her voice lilting with curiosity.

Shit. Did I make it weird?

I can request a variety of explicit things and she wouldn’t judge me, but I just want to hear her voice. No fake-blowjobs or foot pics—that’s not my thing anyway. But is this evenallowed?

She blinks, watching the camera, watchingme.

“You don’t have to pay me to talk to you, Cole.”

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Well, you’re still on the clock, aren’t you?

“Yeah.” She presses her lips together for just a second before she leans toward her laptop. “Then...click on the first button. That’s too much money for just talking.”

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You’re not a great haggler.

She chuckles, the sound hushed and warm, and shifts again, curling into her pillow. The glow of the screen makes her look even cozier, and it’s easy to fool myself into thinking this isn’t just a job for her, but a late-night conversation between two people who should be asleep but aren’t.

“I’m not taking this much money to just talk to you while I’m half asleep,” she murmurs.

I tap on the third button, 100 dollars’ worth, then type.

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Meet me halfway?

She considers that for a moment, biting her lip, then nods. Once she accepts my donation, her eyes flicker back to the screen.

“Okay, Cole.” She tucks her arm beneath her cheek. “Let’s talk.”

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