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Oh, if she wanted me to spell out specifically what I wanted from her, I would.

“I don’t think I will,” I said instead, loving the way her mouth fell open. “I mean, I am the one who knows how to work the shower, which means I have the bargaining power here.”

Her pouty lips fell open, her chest swelling with a deep breath, and I swore her pupils dilated.

“What do you want then, Thatcher?” Her breathy tone has my cock leaking in my underwear.

Fuck.

I motioned for her to lower the camera with my fingers, and she complied, revealing more of her gorgeous tanned skin, stopping right when her nipples started to come into the frame. She would cock-tease me like that.

An honest to god growl came out of my mouth. “You know I want to see more of your perfect body.”

“I’m just matching what you’re showing me.”

For the first time since answering, I realized what I was wearing—or, more accurately, not wearing. I dragged my eyes up from my bare chest slowly, catching the way she mimicked the movement.

“Are you asking for me to show you more, Sunshine? You want to see if I’m hard?”

Her throat bobbed, her bottom lip firmly between her teeth as she nodded. Who was I to deny the lady? I angled the camera down lower, pulling out my cock. “Because I don’t mind showing you exactly what you do to me.”

Her glossy lips parted, and I groaned at the sight.

“Fuck, I want those lips wrapped around me.” I let my head fall back. When I looked back, she had her camera pointed down more, giving me a clear view of her perfect tits. “They look as good as they felt in my hands,” I said, wrapping my fingers around my shaft and pumping up and down.

“Oh god…” Her moaned whisper came out muffled through the speaker. “I’m supposed to be showering, not doing...this.”

“We don’t have to do this, baby,” I said, voice softening as I angled the camera away. “You know I was only teasing—you’re one hundred percent in charge here. Say the word, and I’ll tell you how to turn the water on and hang up. I don’t ever think I’m entitled to your body, Ariella. It doesn’t matter how many things we’ve done or what we never do, every time you will have the final say.”

Something flashed in her eyes, too fast for me to catch, but it looked a lot like gratitude. “I’m not ready to hang up yet,” she said, her voice going low, and she left me speechless by propping her phone up in one of the wall crevices of my shower, giving me a full frontal view of her gorgeous body. “How are you using that bargaining power now, Thatcher?” Her voice was husky, like a siren’s song.

“Slide that finger through the mess I know you’ve made.”

“So confident,” she said with a smirk, but did as I said.

“Show me, Sunshine. Show me how fucking wet you are for me.” Who the hell am I?

I liked sex as much as the next guy, but this? Watching Ari touch herself over facetime as I fucked my hand? This was something completely new.

She held up her fingers, the slick sheen shining under the bathroom lights. And it was like she read my damn mind, raising those glossy fingertips to her lips and closing around them.

A rumbled noise brewed in my chest. “Show me, baby, show me what you’d do if that were my cock.”

Goddamn. My hips bucked as I watched her follow instructions, reaching her pointer and middle finger deep into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down.

“What a good fucking girl,” I moaned, watching as she fucked her mouth with her fingers, tasting her arousal. Every tiny whimper had me growing harder, and my tongue felt heavy with the need to trace a path down her body.

“Now touch that needy clit, Sunshine.”

Her fingers made a wet sound as she dragged them from her mouth. Saliva glistened on her torso as he trailed her hand down her body before dipping them back between her legs. A small moan echoed through the phone the moment she circled her clit, making my cock twitch in my hands. Those noises were better than any crowd cheering.

I matched her pace, eager to watch her fall apart again, even if I couldn’t be the one to do it this time.“Just like that, baby,” I said, watching her other hand come up to pull on her pebbled nipples.

Ari’s eyes popped open, searching for mine.

“Are you doing this too?” The question came out in heady pants, but there was no missing the thread of vulnerability.

“I’m right here with you, darlin’.” I angled the phone so it captured my hand working over my cock before dipping down to tug at my balls, and we both moaned.