Page 44 of Love Her

She inhaled like she might fight back for a moment, but then her lips parted so she could merely exhale, as she started pulling elements off, in no particular order, and not trying to do a strip-tease or anything, no effort toward being sexy.

It didn’t matter though, she was—because she was Lia Ferreo, and because she was listening to me.

“Everything everything?” she asked, after her bra was off, and just her underwear were left.

“Yeah. And get your toy for me,” I said, and she went off screen. “You off the rag?” I asked, and heard her groan.

“Don’t call it that!” she said, returning, fully naked, every bit as beautiful as when I’d had her the other night.

“Why?”

“Because it’s such a hideous phrasing?—”

I laughed. “I’m just looking out for your high threadcount sheets. And also—I like getting a reaction out of you. And distracting you—that too.” The more mad she was with me, the less she’d be worried abouthim.

She went back to her bed and sat down with her purple dildo in one hand, and her legs tucked under her coyly.

“I’ll be honest, part of me wants to be mean to you, Lia—I don’t like knowing you’ve been out with other men. But the rest of me, the part that’s not the beast, understands what you’ve been doing. Buying me time. Putting yourself in harm’s way—and I know even though it feels like it’s killing me, I can appreciate that it’s a thousand times worse for you.”

“You don’t even know,” she said, pouting up at me.

“I’ve eaten shit before. I have a vague idea,” I said, with a snort. “Here’s my truth, on my side of things—I did fuck all for the IPO this morning, I’ve just been chain smoking and making my contact who’s got your phone tagged tell me where you are.”

She rose up in anger instantly. “If you blow Corvo’s IPO over this, Rhaim, I swear to god?—”

“Stay just like that,” I interrupted her. “I want a screenshot of a beautiful naked woman holding a sex toy talking finance at me.” She threw the dildo at the camera and I laughed. “Go pick that up.”

She did as she was told, then rose up, half-again closer to the camera, and her breasts did devastating things to my self-control—I sank both hands to start unbuckling my belt. “Just so you know, I had Trevia carve Corvo out of the pre-nup—as a pre-and-post-marital asset,” she said.

And suddenly the erection that’d been firmly straining against my suit slacks sent some blood back to my head. “Without a fight?”

She lightly shrugged. “It’smybaby. And he has enough money.”

That was where Lia’s youth shone through. Men like St. Clair never had “enough” money—not as long as someone else had some that wasn’t theirs.

“Maybe,” I offered, even though I was filing the fact away. “And—I promise I’ll keep doing my job for the rest of the afternoon, right after you let me take care of you.”

She gave the camera a puckish grin. “Oh? Utter altruism, that’s all this is?”

“Yeah. You’ll feel better after you come—and I’ll feel better after I see your pussy.”

I watched her flush, then turn, to get back on the bed, giving me a glimpse of her smackable ass.

“And what’ll you be doing?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“Jerking off beneath my desk, wishing you were here.”

She perked up immediately—thrilled to have some modicum of control over one thing in her life. “Really?”

“You want to facetime with my dick?” That made her laugh—and I loved to hear and see it. “Grab some pillows for your head, then lay back and spread your legs.”

She did as she was told—and gave me a conquering stare, straight down the barrel, between her breasts which had slightly fallen to each side, and between her thighs, right at me. Then she put me on speakerphone, and left the phone itself beside her pillow, so she had both hands to play with—currently one was reaching for a breast, and the other was stroking the inside of her thigh.

“This pussy here?” she asked, before reaching down to use two fingers, opening herself wide.

I hissed then made a thoughtful sound. “Yeah. That looks like the one I like.”

“Just like?” she asked, running a fingertip around her clit.

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