Crown Jewels (Off-Limits Romance #1)(25)

I let out a little sigh, imagining him rubbing it against my slit.

“Oh, Lucy. You’re a bad, bad girl.” He wraps a fist around his dick, causing the veins of his muscular forearm to stand out. “I want you to focus on yourself,” he says, stroking his length. “Do you have your fingers in your pussy?”

I push my fingers deeper. “Maybe,” I rasp.

“Do you feel full?”

I move my fingers, mesmerized by the up-down motion of his hand as he pumps his cock. “Play with your clit. Do you have a toy? I want to see it in you, where I would be if I was there.”

I slide another finger into myself, inhaling deeply.

Liam starts to stroke a little faster, and I clench around my fingers. His hand comes over his head, palm cupping it.

“I like that,” I murmur.

“Focus on your clit. Light and then harder. Do you have a bullet?”

“Yes.”

“Can you use it?”

“I’ll come fast.” My face flushes on the whisper.

“I’ll come when you do. Then you can go to sleep. I want to see your face when you get there.”

I shut my eyes, not sure if I can do it. “I’ve never had phone sex.”

“You’ve been missing out. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful with the video.”

“Promise?” I ask as he works his cock.

“Yeah.” The word is breathless, reinforcing how worked up he is. Letting me know I’m not in this alone.

So…I do it. I lean over to my nightstand and pull the drawer open, revealing my little silver bullet vibrator.

I position it over my clit and look into the phone. I find Liam’s eyelids heavy. “Show me, Lucy.”

So I aim the iPhone’s camera at my lower body, turn the bullet on, and am rewarded by a strangled groan.

“Fucking hell…”

The camera moves from his cock to his face. He looks drunk and dazed. “You’re beautiful,” he rasps. I get a sweet, lopsided smile before the camera view returns to his cock. I can see it’s just a little longer, thicker, darker. His hand squeezes as he pumps it, strong fingers around his gorgeous shaft. I can see his balls just barely from the angle. They look full and taut, bouncing as he strokes.

I imagine how it felt to have all that inside me. God. The sight of him working himself makes me writhe under the bullet. Liam groans again, urging me onward. I can’t help a tiny moan of my own. I push my fingers deeper, rock the bullet over my clit.

“Ahhh.”

“Oh Christ…”

I see his abs jerk, watch his hand stall. As his chest expands, he makes a low, rough sound—and then it happens: creamy cum spills through his fingers.

The sight of that, combined with his ragged breathing, sends me over my own ledge. I squeeze my eyes shut, panting as pleasure consumes me. I hear a low murmur and draw my legs up around my hand.

“Oh God.” I laugh.

He moves the phone to his face, blinks up at the camera. “Lucy Rhodes. You’re stunning.”

I move the phone to my own face, a second late. I give him a shy smile. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You were hotter.” He smiles softly.

“Go to sleep, Prince Liam.” I blow a kiss at the camera and hang up while my heart is still pounding.





ELEVEN Lucy





I stare into the mirror for a long time. My cheeks are pink from sleep. My hair is wild around my face. I let my eyes sweep down my body—naked. It doesn’t look different.

I feel different.

“Can’t do that again,” I murmur as I start the shower.

It’s good that Amelia’s here. I have a plan before I finish washing: shopping on Elkhorn Avenue. Amelia has a thing for Native American jewelry. I’m obsessed with salt water taffy and caramel corn. They have both fresh, made daily downtown.

Back in my room, I divert my gaze from the bed and pull on a flowy Missoni dress with colorful, vertical stripes that fan a little at the bottom. I slide on some platform sandals and grab a lime green clutch, then clomp down the back staircase: a narrow, polished wood affair ending in a tiny back-of-the-house foyer near the kitchen.

Amelia is just finishing a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and takes immediately to my shopping suggestion, hopping off to her first-floor guest room to get dressed.

An hour and a half later, we’re polishing off omelets at a downtown breakfast joint.

“I can un-vegan for one meal, surely,” Am says between bites.

“Surely.” Though I can’t help laughing at her. If memory serves me, Dash was one of those principled vegans who had some spiritual issue with killing animals. Which is sexy. I can see why she would be inspired. But—omelets.

Despite our non-stop chatter, I can hear the ghost of Liam’s voice in my ear. I can see his hand around his thick cock—and I want to tell Amelia.

But I can’t.

And really, I convince myself as we hoof it toward the Native jewelry store, there’s no reason to. It won’t happen again. I doubt Prince Liam will even call again. And if he does… I rub my lips together.

If he does, I’ll just ignore the call. That simple.

“Is that it over there?” Amelia asks, interrupting my thoughts with her finger outstretched toward a corner store on adorable Elkhorn Avenue.