“That’s it, Lux,” I growl under my breath while my dick twitches at the sight. Pulling out my phone, I swipe up on my house app and set the alarm to my office, locking everyone out.
My eyes snap back to Lux as her head tilts back and a delicious moan escapes from her pretty lips.
Fuck,I wish it was my fingers.
My cock painfully rubs the inside of my pants and I readjust myself, attempting to dull the mounting discomfort so I can focus on watching her every movement, but it’s difficult.
Mesmerized, I watch Lux sliding the toy in and out of her pussy, each time her back arches and another delicious sound hits my ears. Watching her play with herself, my cock swells, and I can’t hold myself back any longer so I unzip my pants and whip it out.
Consumed by her movements, my eyes rake along her hips and curves. The arch of her back draws me in, captivating my entire being, and a soft groan slips from her pursed lips.
With a quick spit in my palm, I run it along the length of my shaft and squeeze tightly at the base. Keeping my eyes locked on Lux, I pump myself slowly, then quickly pick up speed. The sounds of her delicate panting sends me reeling.
“Oh, River.”
I freeze. Did she say my name? Holy fuck.
“I’m right here,” I grunt, even though she can’t hear me.
“Yes, River,” she moans, her head tipping back again.
I grip myself harder, stroking in rhythm with the twitching of her legs while my mind imagines what it would feel like if I sank into her, and how her body would invite me into the warmth of it.
“Come for me,” I whisper, increasing speed. Then with one more hard tug, I lose it all right as her back lifts off the bed with sweet relief.
Out of breath and shocked at what happened, I chuckle to myself.
She was thinking of me.
I watch her toss and turn in the bed, searching for a comfortable spot while I tuck myself and my shirt back into my pants.
Thoughts of experiencing that once again flood my mind as I capture a quick glance at the clock and note to myself that in a few brief hours I’ll get to be in the same room with her again. But then I’m interrupted by a call I’m expecting from Christian.
The secure landline on my desk rings, breaking my thought. While walking over from the leather couch, I take a deep breath then answer the phone.
“Hey.” Christian’s tone is steady.
Sliding into my office chair, I lean back, eager to hear what he has to say. “What do you have for me?”
“The broker has a trip planned to Portland this weekend. I’ll send all the information over to you.”
I wonder if this has anything to do with what happened to Rich and they’ve figured out. Maybe he’s weary because of the text Sebastian sent the guys from Rich’s phone about calling off his weekend.
“Apparently it’s his grandmother’s funeral.”
“Thanks, man.” I tuck the phone between my shoulder and ear while Christian’s encrypted message comes through on my burner phone. We use it for any details related to what we do. “Got it.”
Turning to my computer, I type the location into one of our TI systems. Out of all my father’s early technological advancements, this software is by far the one I use the most. It’s able to provide aerial viewsof locations and property information as well as storing the data for later use.
“Great. When will you head over there?” Christian asks.
“We’ll send a few men out tomorrow morning to scope out the location, then Sebastian and I will take the jet by the evening,” I say.
“Let me know if you need anything else.”
We never do, but I appreciate the sentiment.
“Will do.”
