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His reply took seconds.
Valentine: Just checked into a hotel and I have the room to myself. Send it. Now.
I loved that bossy tone. I clicked tosend, my heart racing, then I shifted up my bed to nestle against my pillows, my gaze never leaving the message thread.
Dots appeared as if he was writing a reply, then vanished.
A few seconds later, the phone rang in my hands. A video call from Valentine.
I jumped and dropped my phone to the quilt.
Grabbing it up, I swiped to answer, keeping the screen resolutely on my face.
The screen fuzzed then cleared, giving me the gorgeous man I’d missed so much, his black hair loose and a white pillow behind him. He was tanned, presumably the spring sun in other countries stronger than here, but it was the way he stared back at me that caught me in the feels, his gaze moving over the screen as if he was fascinated.
“Please tell me that picture was just taken,” he said.
“Maybe. What’s it to you?”
“If my rubber dick gets to tit-fuck ye, it’s only fair I get to watch.”
I squirmed, thrilled that he’d called. Even more needy now he was part of the evening. “We can’t.”
“Aye, we can. I have thirty minutes until I have to escort Leo over to tonight’s venue,” Valentine told me.
“Over video?” I queried, a small worry breaking into the warmth he generated even with just a virtual presence.
“Let me give you a room tour before we start.”
“So confident,” I grumbled, but I was already halfway to being persuaded.
Valentine jumped up from his bed and panned the camera around the room, even opening the wardrobe, showing me he was alone. He moved to the door and flicked the latch to lock it, then panned to the ceiling and the corners. “No cameras, no one listening in, no danger of anyone seeing this but me.”
I chewed my lip.
His smirk increased. “Ye trust me, aye? My bank account number is forty-six, thirty-three, thirty-nine, sixty-eight. My dick is nine inches long. I keep my car keys on top of the front right wheel when I’m away. And just to show ye how interested I am…”
The camera sank down his bare chest, pausing at the V-cut muscles that led beneath his clothes, then lower to his very tented shorts.
I swore, and the camera returned to his face.
“Like what ye see?” The cocky Scot grinned.
He returned to sprawl on the bed.
I took a steadying breath. “How can you be that turned on from one photo?”
“I told ye, it’s a gift. Now listen up, I’ve been tortured with wondering how you’re using that toy. So here’s the deal. I’m going to talk ye through every little thing I want to do to ye,and you’re going to fuck yourself silly with that rubber dick while I watch. When ye come on it, I’m going to fuck my fist and imagine that pretty pussy is squeezing tight on me. Sound good?”
I gave a breathy whimper.
Valentine’s smirk broadened. “Use your words, Mia.”
“Y-yes.”
“Atta girl. First, did ye find the lube in the box?” At my negative, he continued, “Get it, spread it all over that bad boy.”
I obeyed him, leaning to retrieve the lube from the metal tin. I uncapped it and drizzled the oil, spreading it over the end of the toy. Nine inches, he’d said. The man wasn’t exaggerating.
