Love Online(47)
I rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah…with my baggage and my crazy-ass job? I’m such a catch.”
“Your brother isn’t baggage. He’s the fucking bomb. And your job is how I met you, so as much as I hate it sometimes, I’m damn thankful for it. You’re beautiful and smart. And that guy was making a play for you, whether you realize it or not. I can’t fucking blame him, but I still want to kill him.”
I lifted my brow. “Boyfriend, huh?”
“I know we haven’t really talked about that, but I wasn’t about to lose an opportunity to stake my claim.” He looked over at my kitchen clock. “You’re late for work.”
“I can’t work with you here.”
“Yes, you can. And you will. I want to watch you.”
That took me by surprise. “What? I thought it bothered you.”
His voice was gruff. “It does…but I want to watch anyway.”
“After what you’ve told me about how you feel about my job, how could you want to witness…everything?”
“Morbid curiosity?” He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “I want to see it all, no holds barred. I want to watch you get ready. And then I want to watch your show, every second of it.”
Even though it was against my better judgment, I wasn’t going to deny him anything tonight.
“Okay,” I said.
The tension in the air was thick as Ryder followed me into my bedroom. I could feel the heat emanating from his body, and the hairs on my back stiffened. His cologne wafted in the air, his smell alone turning me on. I didn’t want to work tonight. I wanted to just lie in bed with him.
He sat in the chair in the corner of my room. Even though he looked exhausted from his flight, he was still sexy as all hell as he leaned back and stared over at me. His hair was perfectly tousled, and he wore a collared shirt. He was dressed exactly the way I imagined he did when he wheeled and dealed in Hollywood. Fuck hot. He must have hopped on the plane straight from work.
A few buttons were opened at the top of his shirt, and his sleeves were rolled up. The watch he was wearing had to have cost thousands.
He relaxed farther into the chair. “Show me everything. Tell me what you do to get ready.”
His sexy glare made me a little nervous and turned me on at the same time.
“First, I take off all of my clothes, and I change into a fresh thong.” I took a pile of panties out of my drawer and placed them on his lap. “Do you have a preference?”
He ran his fingers along them and wrapped a royal blue lace one around his hand. “This one. Definitely.”
His eyes followed as I removed my cotton panties and tossed them aside before sliding the thong up my legs and over my crotch.
He swallowed as I lifted my shirt over my head and unsnapped my bra. Ryder’s breathing quickened. He licked his lips as my breasts sprang free.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered.
He continued to watch me intently as I put a camisole on and brushed my hair at the vanity. Through the mirror, I could see him behind my reflection. When our eyes met, he flashed me the sexiest smile that gave me goosebumps. I still didn’t know what was happening between us, but I was damn happy he’d come back.
I turned around to face him. “Okay, I’m just about ready. You sure you wanna watch?”
He gestured with his index finger. “Come here first.”
My nipples stiffened as I approached him. He pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him on the chair. His cock was bursting through his pants, as hard as you could possibly imagine. I tensed my muscles over him and could feel my wetness seeping through the material of my thong.
He moved my body over him, grinding into me. He pulled my face to his but stopped just short of kissing me, instead whispering, “I want you to think about me every second you’re on tonight. Think about how hard I am for you, and know that I’ll be right here waiting when you’re done.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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RYDER
It took a while for her to relax into her normal cam-girl persona. My being here was making her nervous. After about thirty minutes, though, she started to get her groove back.
She’d glance over at me from time to time and we’d exchange smiles. I even managed to stop myself from intervening after she’d taken off her shirt for five minutes. But with each passing second, my desire for her grew stronger. The need to touch her grew stronger. The need to steal her away from these strangers grew stronger.
The ultimate test of my resistance happened when some guy requested a private chat.
Eden left her audience long enough to whisper to me, “Are you sure you want to watch this?”
I wouldn’t have dreamed of leaving her now. As hard as I knew it would be, I was all in. “Yes,” I said.
“Okay.” Her breathing was rapid. “But just remember that I’m thinking about you every step of this, okay?”
She returned to the bed and clicked on whatever it was she used to transition to the private chat room.
She sat with her legs crossed and smiled when she seemed to notice him on the screen. “Hi, Greg.”
Fuck you, Greg.
“Hey, Montana. You’re looking beautiful as always tonight,” I heard him say.