“Damn it, young lady,” he murmured.
“It’s so wet. Just thinking about you, it’s crazy how you do that to me.”
“Fuck, please don’t say things like that.” He paused, and then asked, “How wet?”
“So wet. If you were here, your finger would slide right in, and it would feel so good.”
“Put your finger inside.” His breathing changed.
Without a second thought, I obeyed. I reached a hand between my legs and spread myself open. The thought or hope that he’d come home and fuck me hard was at the back of my mind. Images fluttered against my consciousness. The way his tongue felt on my pussy.
“Put another one in, and let me hear how wet you are.” His voice was thick with desire.
I moved the phone down so he could hear how wet my pussy was. I moaned loudly and tried to push away the thoughts of being watched as we fucked. But it was difficult, because that thought was so exhilarating and enticing. And it only grew stronger, more intoxicating, as I slipped my fingers in and out.
“Fuck me,” he breathed.
“I want to so bad. Don’t you want to be inside me? It’s so warm and deliciously wet. I would love to feel your cock deep in me. Mmm, you’re so big, too, and I’d be tight, Alek. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I asked him as I continued to play with myself.
“Damn it, you’re killing me.”
“I need you so much. My fingers are too small. They don’t feel the same as yours,” I said, feeling frustrated.
I stopped and sat up, sighing loudly. I blew a chunk of hair out of my face and attempted to calm down. All I did was frustrate myself.Way to go, Kinsley.
“That’s because that’s my pussy. Now I want you to stop and take down that dating profile. I’m serious.”
“Already stopped, old man. The dating profile stays until you make love to me, Reaper. You have a week.”
“I swear to god, little girl. Now I’ve got to go. We’ll be home in a few hours. Things are taking a little longer than we originally thought. You’ll be in so much trouble if that profile is still up.”
“See you soon, my King. Please be safe with whatever you’re doing out there. You know I hate it when all three of you leave me. Are you sure you won’t need my services tonight?”
“You know I don’t like discussing these things with you, but I’d never lie to you. It’s not that type of work. See you soon.”
Of course, I removed the dating profile. It wasn’t like I was really interested in anyone else. I got up and walked toward the gym. Might as well work out. After running on the treadmill for an hour, I went down to the war room and practiced with my blade.
My level of anxiety rose as it got later and later. What were they doing if not soul snatching? Why did all three of them leave me? Why couldn’t he tell me where they were? Were they at the club fucking other women?
I put my practice blade back and murmured, “If you want something done, you gotta do it yourself.”
A surge of determination settled inside me. I walked out of the war room and over to the playroom. I punched the code on the key panel, and the door unlocked.
The room was dark, the only light shining from the little ones on the floorboards. I was glad they programmed this room to recognize my voice, because I needed to talk to Sebastian, and I didn’t have his number.
“Hey Siri, lights up,” I said, and the lights came on. “Hey Siri, monitor down.” Once they came down, I turned it on and said, “Hey Siri, call Sebastian.”
When she said, “Calling Sebastian Caruso,” I about died.
After two rings, his smirk filled the screen. Sebastian struck me as the poster definition of effortless charm. He was striking with his tall, athletic build. He looked over six feet tall, but not quite as tall as Ivan. His jet-black hair was a stark contrast against his piercing blue eyes. Eyes that were framed by lashes so thick and dark they probably made influencers jealous.
It was wholly unfair that a man had lashes like that. He had an intensity in his gaze, a magnetic pull that was hard to ignore. I must have caught him unaware because he was shirtless.
His chest was well-sculpted, and it attested to his dedication to working out. The tattoo he’d so proudly shared was on full display. I studied the woman’s form. She seemed almost alive, her lush curves accentuated by the play of light and shadow on his skin. I’d have to ask Alek if it was a lover or an image of what he was attracted to.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t a tiny tot,” he said, his face lighting up.
“I swear you and your nickname for me. I’m not that tiny.”
