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Unknown Number: That’s better. Beg for it, printsessa.
A sob of need escapes me.
Jesus.
My fingers work faster, the tension inside me winding tighter and tighter. My back arches, toes curling, breath coming in desperate, uneven gasps.
Me: Please. Let me come. I need it.
Unknown Number: Come for me. Now.
The command sends me spiraling.
A deep, shuddering moan catches in my throat as pleasure crashes over me, making my body jerk and tremble, waves of heat rolling through my limbs. I barely manage to stay quiet, my lips parting on a silent gasp as I ride it out, fingers still moving, hips twitching from the aftershocks.
My body melts into the mattress, heartbeat erratic, skin flushed and damp.
I can barely keep my eyes open as I fumble for my phone, typing with shaky hands.
Me: Holy shit.
A second later?—
Unknown Number: Good girl.
A sleepy, satisfied smile pulls at my lips.
I barely manage to type one last message before my eyes flutter shut.
Me: Goodnight, stranger.
My phone buzzes one last time, and I blink blearily at the screen.
Unknown Number: Sweet dreams, printsessa.
And then I let sleep take me under.
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DAMIEN
I have a raging erection.
It’s inconvenient. Annoying. Not unexpected.
I run a hand through my damp hair, exhaling slowly as I stare at my phone, the last message from the unknown number still glowing on the screen.
Goodnight, stranger.
My jaw tics as I lean back in the chair, the leather cool against my skin. My other hand rests against the bulge in my trousers, still aching from the night’s events.
It’s been a long time since a simple conversation—if you could even call it that—has gotten to me like this.
I should be sleeping.
I should be doing literally anything else.
Instead, I’m sitting here in my penthouse office, cock still hard, mind still buzzing with her breathy little pleas.