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“What do you think I mean, cheer captain? Don’t hang up.”

Those words, and his dark, carnal tone, sent a full-body shudder through me. Heat dripped down my spine and pooled at my core. I was turned on. I had been since Brody had asked me to wear his jersey. Actually, let’s be real, I’d been wet since the other night with Brody, dry humping on the counter. Something had snapped between us that night. The small amount of self-control that had been keeping us from destroying each other. We’d gone from going for each other’s throats to wanting to rip each other’s clothes off, and now that that boundary had been crossed… I didn’t know how to step back over it.

It seemed Brody didn’t either.

“If you think I’m going sit on that bench, slide my toy inside myself and get off, wearing your jersey, while you watch… you’ve got another think coming, Sinclair.” Just the words sent me dizzy. There was nothing I wanted to do more.

“Fuck,” Brody muttered. “Enjoy teasing me, Selena. I’ll be home in a few days and ready to settle the score.”

I switched on the little button at the bottom of the toy, hoping it had battery, and it hummed to life.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over my impending orgasm,” I said with a grin.

His neck was flushed, and his eyes dark as he watched me reach toward the phone.

I was about to hang up, even though the newly awakened, hungry part of me wanted nothing less, when Brody spoke again.

“Fine. Switch the camera off. I don’t get to watch,” he growled. “But let me listen. You know you want to. I bet you’re getting wetter just thinking about me, so far away, powerless, desperate, hard as fuck, jerking off just to the sound of you coming.”

My mouth fell open. I was so shocked by that filthy statement. By him smashing across the lines that we were supposed to be keeping between us. By his blatant desire and the way it made me feel.

“I’m right, am I not, little heathen? You’re soaking through your panties thinking about me.”

“You’re so arrogant,” I blurted out.

“And you’re so into it,” he countered. “Switch the camera off and get started. I already have.”

I scoffed. “You’re telling me you’re touching yourself right now?”

“Mm-hmm, you want to see?” Brody asked, the flush from his neck working up his face. He grunted, and the slap of skin on skin came over the line.

Fuck it.

I turned the video off and walked to the nearby weight lifting bench. I placed the phone face down on it, unable to look and see if Brody had also turned his video off. What if he hadn’t?Somehow, watching felt like crossing a line I wasn’t ready for yet. Instead, I settled for picturing Brody in here, morning after morning, following his punishing routines and reveling in his unbreakable discipline. Was I really going to get myself off right where he worshipped at the altar of his unshakable self-control?

Yes. I was.

I sat and pushed his jersey up, trailing the vibrator up my thigh and across my panties. Parting my legs, I guided it under the elastic and found my pussy. I pressed it to my mound first, letting the vibration move through me, and then slowly dipped down to my clit.

I gasped, and Brody echoed it.

“Let me hear, Selena,” he commanded. The slap of his skin against his hand continued over the line. There was a wet sound.

“Did you just spit on your hand?” I murmured, arching my back and enjoying the pleasure of finally being reunited with my toy.

“Mm-hmm, I’d rather you did it, but since I’m here and you’re there, I have to do it myself.”

“Oh God, you’re the worst, shut up,” I breathed and then gasped when I hit a particularly sweet spot. I rocked my hips against the vibrator, and the leather of the bench creaked rhythmically.

“You’re riding the fucking spot I put my head, aren’t you?” he groaned.

“Hmm, and getting it all wet,” I said, then let out a cry as I rose.

“Don’t fucking clean it off when you’re done. Don’t you dare,” Brody ordered and let out a hiss. “Fuck, I’m close. I can’t keep my fucking head around you.”

His words seemed to fall away, and the world zeroed down to the feeling of the vibrator on my clit. I was so wet, my thighs were soaking, and I really was making a mess of the bench. I rocked into the round head of the toy.

And suddenly, out of nowhere, thinking of Brody half a world away, jerking off in some bedroom at a party, his thoughts full ofme, I came.