Page 128 of Fielder's Choice

She laughs lightly. “I’m in pajamas with my hair in a messy bun.”

“You’re always beautiful, baby,” I smile. “But I can also see your nipples through your shirt, and that isn’t hurting.”

“Oh my God,” she shakes her head. “Shameless. You’re so damn shameless.”

“I like what I like, and I own it. Nothing wrong with that.”

“No, there isn’t,” Liv replies. “I never have to wonder what you’re thinking or feeling.”

“You never will either. Did you have a good day with Rory and Sage?”

She lights up, a bright smile on her face. “We had a lot of fun. Sage insisted we have another Taylor Swift dance party. We had mac and cheese for dinner, and then I helped Rory get her put to bed before I left. It was really nice.”

“Happy to hear that, Liv. I love that you’re still spending time with my daughter when I’m not there.”

Olive looks at me playfully. “Hey, I told you before that I come for Sage. You’re just a byproduct, Hotshot.”

I put my hand over my chest in faux offense. “I’ll make sure to remember that next time you’re asking for an orgasm.”

“And here you said you like me teasing you,” she pouts. “Now you’re trying to deny me orgasms.”

I bark out a laugh. “Fuck, I love this unfiltered version of you.”

“It’s new,” she smiles. “But it’s kinda fun.”

“Fun for me, too,” I admit. “You were so uncomfortable when we met you could hardly look me in the eye. Now I know what you look like when you come.”

“That apparently won’t be at your hands,” she jokes, flirtation all through her tone.

“Not until next month.” I lick my lips. “But I can always watch you in the meantime.”

Olive’s eyes widen in surprise. “Like… here? On FaceTime?”

“Only what you’re comfortable with. But if you do want to, I sure as hell wouldn’t mind watching you using that toy.”

“You mean Delaney?” she smirks.

“Delaney, huh?” I bite my lip, and my cock stirs awake beneath my athletic shorts, wondering if she did that intentionally.

“Mhmm,” Olive hums. “It’s a cute name.”

“Has some interesting nicknames, too.”

“Yes, it does,Lane.”

And that does it. My dick is rock fucking hard because my girl named her vibrator fuckingLane.

She fucks herself with a fake dick that hasmyname.

I cup myself over my shorts. “Goddamn, Liv. It doesn’t take much from you to turn me on.”

Olive flicks her tongue over her bottom lip. “Do you want… to take care of that?”

“So fucking badly,” I sigh. “You can watch while I do if you bring out Delaney.”

I can see her mull the proposition over, giving it real thought. I may be asking for this, but she knows that she decides what happens from here.

Finally, she softly says, “Okay.”

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