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I smirk at her and then quickly rearrange the two of us, so my back is against the door and she’s in front of me, facing the camera. The red light on the very top of the camera blinks, indicating that we’re being recorded.
Someone is watching us.
The thought fills me with heat that travels straight to my dick, which is already hard and wanting, as it presses against Ellie’s rounded ass.
“Don’t look away from the camera,” I whisper in Ellie’s ear as I move my hands toward the buttons on her blouse. I start at the bottom and slowly—painstakingly slowly—unbutton them, one after the other. Her breath hitches as her toned stomach is revealed and then her lace-covered bra. Pink, with a tiny bow in the center.
I don’t immediately shrug her shirt off as I graze my fingertips across her exposed skin, starting at the waistband of her skirt and then inching higher, higher, higher. I repeat this pathway a few times, my touch tantalizingly softly, as Ellie wiggles and moans.
“You want more, sweetheart?”
“Yes, Beckett, please.”
Who am I to resist her when she asks so nicely?
I tug the cups of her bras down until they’re positioned under her breasts, pushing her tits up. I allow my gaze to, once again, drift to the camera as I wet my pointer fingers and then bring them to Ellie’s chest.
I circle her areola once, twice, three times, never touching her where she so desperately wants me to.
“Beck.” My name is a growl leaving her lips—an adorable growl that is reminiscent of a kitten. I suppose I can see where Landon got his nickname for her.
Just to piss him off—if he’s the one watching—I say, “Yes, kitten? Tell me what you want.”
“I want…” A gasp rips from her throat when I bite her neck. Hard.
“Words, princesa. I need your words.”
“I want you to play with my nipples,” she finally begs in a breathy, wanton voice that has lava cascading through my veins. She rubs her thighs together. “Please, Beckett.”
“You know I can’t resist you when you say that magic word.”
“Please?”
“Beckett,” I correct as I finally bring my fingers to her aching nipples. I flick the buds back and forth, never allowing my attention to stray from the camera. “Is this what you wanted, baby girl?”
“I want you to pinch them, Beck,” she begs.
“Show me.” I drop one of my hands to her waist. The other, I leave on her pert breast.
Hesitantly, she reaches up to grab her nipple between her thumb and pointer finger. She pinches her nipple sharply and then twists it the way I imagine she likes.
“Yes, that’s a good girl. Keep playing with your nipples.” I move my other hand away from her breast, and her own palm instantly replaces it. I watch over the top of her head as she twists, flicks, and pulls at her pink nipples, the force of it causing her breasts to bounce.
Fuck.
“Don’t stop, darling,” I whisper as I move my hands to the waistband of her skirt and begin to slowly inch the fabric down her thighs. I lower myself along with it, until I’m on my knees behind her and her skirt is pooled around her feet.
Her tiny pink panties are the same color as her bra, and I wonder if it has a bow too. I reach around her waist, fingering the waistband…
And yup.
Right there in the center.
A tiny bow.
“How are you doing, princesa?” I ask, knowing my use of Zane’s nickname for her will drive him insane…with lust.
The others might become irritated, but my best friend? He’ll probably imagine he’s in my shoes, worshiping her perfect body.
