Chapter 33 #2
Fuck it. I tear off my dress and hit dial.
He answers before it even rings once.
"Oh, thank fuck. You joined me," he says, breathless.
"I have to be really quiet, Ace," I whisper.
"Good luck with that, pretty girl. Because you're going to come for me, and I'm going to watch."
I sit on the edge of the bed, pulse racing.
"Watch?" I ask.
I slip off the engagement ring and set it on the bedside table. It makes a satisfying clink against the wood.
A video call request comes through. I accept.
"Hi, darlin’," he says.
"Ace." I breathe his name like a prayer.
He bites his lip. "Are you going to do exactly as I say?"
I nod.
"Is there a cuck chair in there? I bet there fuckin' is."
I laugh, a real laugh, the first one all night. "Yes, Acey. There is."
"Go get it. Put it right at the end of the bed and rest the phone on it. Loud enough you can hear my instructions."
My cheeks are on fire.
"Okay." I do as he says, quietly positioning the chair. "Now what?"
"Middle of the bed. On your knees."
I climb up. "Here?"
"Goddamn perfect. Bra and panties off."
"Do I get to see all of you, too?"
He chuckles and props his phone on his nightstand. Now I can see from his hips up—that chest, that jaw, those eyes locked on me like nothing else in the world exists.
"Better?" he asks.
"Much."
I unclasp my bra. Push my panties down. Let him look.
"Now move closer to the phone. Lie down and spread your legs. Let me see how wet you are for me."
I take a breath and follow the instructions, and the groan that comes through the speaker makes every nerve in my body light up.
"Fuck. The things I would do to you if I were in that room, Goldie."
I can't see him now. But I can hear him. And his voice is everything.
"Close your eyes. I want you to imagine I'm there. Trail your fingers over your breasts, down your sides, toward your pussy. But don't touch. Just wait."
My fingers drift down my skin, featherlight. I'm aching.
"Good girl," he growls.
"Circle your clit for me, baby. Light touch. Imagine it's my tongue."
A moan escapes me before I can catch it.
"That's my girl. Now run your fingers down. Feel how soaked you are."
I am. God, I am.
"Two fingers inside, baby. Nice and slow. Take a breath. Imagine my mouth on your throat. My dick thrusting into you."
My back arches off the mattress as I slide inside, and the breath I let out sounds like it belongs to someone who's forgotten the entire world beyond this room and this voice.
"Fuck," he grunts.
"As deep as you can, and then set the pace. Show me what you like."
"Oh my god," I cry out.
"Bite down on your hand if you need to, pretty girl."
I add a third finger and spread my legs wider, giving him everything. Exactly what he does to me. What he owns.
My hips rock to their own rhythm.
"I'm picturing you taking all of me, Harper. The way you squeeze my dick. The way you cry out when the piercings rub against you. Your lips on mine."
"Ace, please."
My toes curl. I'm barely holding on.
"My girl wants to come?"
"Please, Ace. Please."
"Fuck, begging sounds so good on you, Harper. Go on then, show me."
The relief is instant. I shatter. Writhing on the bed, gripping the sheets, pressing my forearm over my mouth to muffle the sounds that have no business being this loud. Wave after wave, and his voice in my ear the entire time, talking me through it.
By the time I'm done, I'm trembling. Trying to remember how breathing works.
I sit up and look at the screen. He's grinning. Eyes dark, satisfied, possessive.
"My turn now," he says.
I pick up the phone with shaking hands. Something shifts inside me, a gear, a switch, whatever it is that makes me braver with him than I've ever been with anyone.
"I need you to be a good boy for me, Ace. I want to see what that did to you. How bad you want my pussy. Show me."
His breath hitches. He tips his head back, jaw clenching, and his hand moves faster.
"Fuck. Goldie. Fuck."
Every muscle tenses. He comes apart with my name on his lips, spilling across his abs in a mess that I would give anything to be there to clean up.
When he looks at me again, my breath catches. He's everything. He's absolutely everything.
"That was fuckin’ incredible, Harper."
"I know," I whisper. "I've never had phone sex before."
"Funnily enough, me neither. We could've been doing this for years. We really missed out."
I flop back on the bed, holding the phone above my face.
"Your tits are looking damn perfect."
I blush. "They'd look better if you came all over them, Ace."
He squeezes his eyes shut. "Yeah. They would."
"Well… If you're a good boy." I let it hang, testing.
His eyebrow arches. "Harper, is there something you want to explore with me? You want me to be your little sub who does as you say?"
I look at him. Really look at him. "No. I like you being in charge, Ace. I might just throw it in every now and then to see if I can make you come faster."
He grins. "You're the only person on this planet who can get away with that. You know that, right?"
I nod. "I can't wait to be home."
I want that. Actually, I want Sterling Ranch to become my home.
His face softens. "I can't wait for you to be back here."
"I'll tell you what I needed to earlier tomorrow. Not here." I don't want to risk anyone in this house overhearing what I have to say. I'm learning that some conversations only work face-to-face. "It's about Gianna. It's important. But it can wait until I'm with you."
"Okay, baby. Whatever you think is best."
I sigh. "I should probably go show my face again. I kind of ran off."
"Let me see that ass before you get dressed."
I roll over, positioning the phone so he gets the full view.
"Perfect. Now I can sleep tonight."
"You're obsessed, Mr. Sterling."
"Damn right. Always have been. Always will be."
That makes me smile so wide it aches.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Acey baby."
"Text me when you're going to sleep."
"I will."
I blow a kiss into the camera. He catches it. He actually reaches up and closes his fist around it like he's keeping it, and we hang up.
I stare at the ceiling. The weight of Hudson's lies pressing down. The engagement ring sits on the nightstand like a tiny, glittering prison.
I have a marriage to ruin. And a love to get back to.