CHAPTER TWELVE
RILEY
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I roll onto my side and yawn, adjusting the phone so Colt can still see me.
“Tired?” he asks, brushing his teeth as he glances between the mirror and me while getting ready for work early in New York.
I’m about to go to sleep.
“Yes, it was a long day. We had a big job, but it’s finally done.” I snuggle my hands under the pillow.
I’ve been getting more sleep, but I think it’s exhaustion. Colt and I have settled into this routine the past week. We message almost constantly and talk at least twice a day.
He rinses, runs the tap, and then stands up so I see him again. He’s freshly showered and looks so handsome it makes me shiver. It’s a good thing we haven’t met in person, because I don’t think we’d ever get out of bed.
Clenching my thighs as he pats on aftershave and ruffles the front of his hair, I suppress a moan. Like a predator, Colt’s stunning green eyes shoot to me and simmer.
“What?” I whisper.
He holds my gaze, runs a hand over his jaw, and gives a small shake of his head. Then he turns and I hear his zip lower.
What the hell? Is he going for a pee while I’m on camera?
We are not there yet...we will never be there.
I stiffen, lift a little off the pillow and wonder how to deal with this.
Then.
He.
Turns.
And.
Puts.
His.
Cock.
Away.
Large glossy eyes lift to mine as he zips up, knowing full well I just saw every inch of his thick, heavy cock.
I swallow.
“Colt.” His name gets stuck in my throat.
He stalks back to the camera and leans his hip against the bench. “It’s not the first dick you’ve seen, Riley.”
Heat flushes through me as I search for the words. “No...”
I draw in a wobbly breath and sink into the pillow.
“But that’s not why you’re flustered, is it?”
God sometimes I really hate how he can read me like a book. Hiding my desire for this man is simply impossible. He pushes my boundaries constantly, and I’ve nearly given in so many times.
This time, the look in his eyes is wild.
“Slide your hand between your legs,” he purrs, and my eyes widen. “You know you want to. Do it for me, my pretty little garden girl.”
Oh fuck.
I feel myself getting really wet, a shudder rippling through the length of me.
“Colt,” I whisper.
“Just do it,” he rasps low, and my hand follows instruction, going under the cover and between my thighs.
Pressing my eyes closed, I let out a little whimper.
“Good girl. Now push one of your fingers inside your pussy.”
Oh god.
I didn’t want to...yes, I did. I always wanted this. From the moment we connected, I’ve dreamed of this.
My body shudders with desire, and I think I’m going to explode.
“In and out, clenching around them and imagine it’s my hand,” Colt purrs.
“Oh, shit.” I lift my hips.
“Lower the covers.” His instruction is firm, as I kick them off. “Now move the camera. Do it, Riley.”
His firm, powerful voice rockets through me even though I know this is naughty.
So, so naughty.
“Riley,” Colt demands, and I open my eyes before me is a wild, sexual man with his palm firmly planted on the mirror beside him. “Move your phone.”
God, I’m doing this, aren’t I?
I tilt the screen and hear his deep, guttural fuck.
“Keep going. I want to watch as you fuck your sweet cunt with your fingers.”
A flare of arousal plummets through me, and I do as he says, my other hand circling my clit, eager for release.
I hear his response, his moan, through the phone and then the sounds of slapping.
I know what he’s doing.
I know what I’m doing.
“Look at your pussy, swollen, red. Jesus I wish my mouth was on it.”
I let out some words I’ve never heard in my life, torn between embarrassment and needing to do this.
“My cock is hard for you, Riley.”
Shit.
“Weeping. I wish you could see how fat it is. How eager to be inside your pussy.”
“Oh god,” I cry as my orgasm gains momentum fast.
“Yes, baby. That’s it, cream on your hand. Fuck. Yes,” Colt cries.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
His guttural moans match mine as we both climax, my body shuddering at the crescendo.
Shame slams into me, and I shove my head into the pillow, slipping my hand from between my legs.
“Riley—”
No.
“Riley, move the phone.”
I can’t.
I shouldn’t have done that.
This is why men don’t respect me. That’s not the behavior of a woman who respects herself.
I can hear Simon’s voice telling me how unappealing I am to him now. The laughter on all the guys' faces when they saw the lingerie photo.
Why can’t I meet a man who wants to date me seriously? Is there something wrong with me?
This isn’t even a relationship, and I’ve let Colt watch me masturbate.
I can’t do this.
I reach for the phone and end the call.
I have known all along that this is just a game to him.
I reach for some tissues and ignore the phone when it starts buzzing.
Sitting up, I stare across the dark room. I hear my father telling me I’m wasting my life working in this industry, that it's not a good long-term plan.
And the one thing he said to me when we were alone one day.
“No man is going to find you attractive wearing overalls, Riley. Get married and grow a big garden like Grandma. Don’t waste your life.”
The pain had been horrible.
I stood in front of the mirror staring at myself when I got home, wondering what it was that men didn’t like.
How could I change and still be a landscaper?
Having phone sex with a billionaire on the other side of the planet was not the path to finding a partner.
Dad was right; I was being irresponsible.
I wasn’t going to change my career, but I could stop messing around with Colt.
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BILLIE, KYLIE, AND I settle onto our mats in the Pilates studio a few days later.
“Are you sleeping okay, Riles?” Billie asks, using the nickname she sometimes uses.
“Yeah, why?”
I’m not working any harder, but I’m spending a lot of time dodging calls and messages from Colt.
The raft of emotions has been exhausting.
If you don’t reply today, I am fueling the fucking jet and flying to Melbourne.
Joke’s on him, he doesn’t know where I live.
“You just look beat,” Billie says. “Kind of like I do after one of those god-awful sales conferences we have to attend.”
“Gee thanks,” I put on a fake laugh. “Maybe if you didn’t spend all night at the bar with the guys after you might feel better the next day.”
“Fair,” she laughs.
“Heard from that hottie again?” Kylie asks, and my heart sinks.
“Um, nope. Well, a few times.” I add, not wanting to lie to my friends. Neither do I want to tell them the entire story.
Especially about the phone sex.
“Really what did he say?” she perks up.
Move the phone. I want to watch as you fuck your cunt with your fingers.
“Just wanted to know what life was like in Australia. You know how many of them are exiting USA nowadays.”
“Did you tell him to go to New Zealand?” Billie snorts.
“Fuck that. Tell him he can come and stay at my place.” Kylie laughs and I’m immediately irritated.
The thought of him with her.
My best friend.
“He’s a billionaire. He can afford a hotel room.” I snap.
Silence hangs in the air as I stretch my calves.
“Babe. It was a joke,” Kylie softly says.
“I know. Just, yeah, he has cash. Whatever. I don’t even know him.” When I glance up after a beat, the girls are glancing at one another and waiting for an explanation.
God love her, the instructor walks in and begins the class.
I really just want to put him and all of this behind me.