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I could smell the hatred coming off the card. She only wanted me to go so she could torture me. Joke was on her, because I could not care less about her and Dalton getting married. They deserved each other. A match made in hell.
Wine. I needed wine. That would solve all my problems.
An hour later, I was showered, wrapped in a silk bathrobe with a towel in my hair, doodling a design for a new sexy toy. Our Octopussy shiver-maker was a top seller, and for good reason. We had designed it in a way where, if you rubbed your clit over the ridges, it would lead to a mind-bending orgasm. I should know. I had tested it out pretty vigorously when we got the prototype in. Tonight, I was trying to duplicate that magic, but with a dragon head.
My phone beeped close to nine p.m. and my hand froze over the paper. Unknown caller. If it had been any other night, I would have let it go to voicemail. But the wine I had been drinking was encouraging me to cause some chaos.
Please be a telemarketer and not my Grams.
“Sex goddess hotline. How can I help you?” I did my best impression of a sultry siren.
A deep chuckle greeted me on the other end, and my back tensed. Not a telemarketer.
Cian.
“You never cease to amaze me, Nova.” The way he said my name had chills running up my arms.
“I am a woman of many talents, Mr. Blackwood.” Let the chaos begin.
“Mr. Blackwood? How enticing those words are coming from your mouth.” You could barely make out the soft bass echoing in the background. He must have been at his club. “Tell me about these talents of yours.” His voice was dangerously low, and I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together.
“Well, at the moment, I’m designing a new sex toy.” I slid down the sofa and tossed my drawing to the side.
“Tell me more, Nova.”
I bit my bottom lip, my hands trembling as I tightened my grip on the phone. “It’s just a prototype, a dragon’s head with ridges going up the nose and all over the face, and a long tongue that will vibrate.” I cleared my throat and laid my forehead against my knees. “We have one already shaped like an octopus. We call it Octopussy.” I laughed into the phone.
“What are the ridges for, Miss La Roux?”
Oh, God, I was not prepared for this conversation. “You, um, rub yourself on it. On them.” I lifted my head and scrunched up my nose. What was I, thirteen?Get it together. You are a sex goddess, remember? Queen of orgasm-makers.“You place it on the floor, climb on top, and take a ride on it until you cum, Cian. That’s what the ridges are for.”
“Why don’t you come to my club right now and give me a demonstration?” You could hear the hunger in his voice, and I leaned back until my head was resting on the couch cushion.
Well, that had escalated quickly. “I—I can’t. I had a long day and I have an early morning tomorrow.” It was a lie. We both knew it based on the sigh he breathed a second later. What was I supposed to do, though? I couldn’t be reckless. Not now. Not with so much still up in the air.
My phone beeped and my eyes widened at the FaceTime request. Oh, fuck, he was video-calling me. I got up on my knees and hit accept, butterflies racing in my stomach.
The screen was slightly dark with a red hue in the background. I could barely make out the shape of his head. Me, however, I had every single light on in my apartment and was lit up like a damn Christmas tree.
“Hi,” I breathed. “You’re, uh, working?”Real smooth small talk, La Roux.
“Yes, Nova.” He flipped his phone over and showed me a wall of security monitors of his club, then flipped it back. “However, I’d rather be buried deep inside of you while you cry out my name.”
I gulped, my mouth suddenly drier than the Sahara. What had Juliet said? Oh, yes, I was reckless. Maybe she was right. That was the only explanation I had as to the next words that came out of my mouth.
I licked my lips slowly, enjoying the thrill I was getting as he watched every move I made. “How about that demonstration, then?” I raised an eyebrow when he was silent and grinned. “Hold on.”
What are you doing? This is not the time for phone sex.
Wrong. It was the perfect time. The day had been a total shit show, and I needed to relieve some tension. And what better way to do that than this?
I hid my camera for a moment and raced to my bedroom. One sex goddess coming right up. I lugged the treasure chest out of my closet and rummaged through all the toys until I found the one I was looking for. Bingo.
I dimmed the lights in my bedroom and turned the camera back on. Darkness still greeted me. “Ready?”
He turned the lamp on next to his desk, lighting his face up. My breath escaped me. His eyes burned into mine, his thumb rubbing against his bottom lip. “Yes, little star. Shine for me.” He leaned back in his chair and loosened his tie.
I positioned my phone opposite my bed and climbed on with my back facing the camera. OK, so we were doing this. I was already wet for him. He had that effect on me. Heat coursed through my body as I gathered my robe around my hips and slid myself up and down on the toy, over the ridges. I threw my head back, the towel falling from my hair.
