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SCARLETT

I have no idea why Lane wants to FaceTime me instead of celebrating his big win with his teammates, but the husk in his voice when he told me to be at my computer with the package he ordered had me counting down every one of the last ninety minutes.

An incoming videocall notification pops up on my computer exactly on the dot when Lane said he’d be calling. I accept the call, and when Lane’s face fills my screen, a knot tightens low in my belly.

It’s not just because I get a physical reaction every time I see Lane, which I do; but right now, there’s something darker in his expression that sends a wave of anticipation washing over me.

“Nice game,” I open with.

A smile twitches on his lips and he lets out a low sound of acknowledgment, but something about his demeanor tells me his big win isn’t what he called to talk about.

“You have the package?” There’s that husk in his voice again, and it sends a flurry of sparks skittering up my back.

I hold up the small brown box to the camera.

His nostrils flare, and his eyes darken even more. “Open it.”

I open the nondescript package, and …

“Oh,” the word pops from my mouth when I see what’s inside.

After opening the smaller package inside and removing its contents, my eyes tick from the object in my hand to Lane’s face on my computer screen. Even with the resolution of his camera, I can spot the sharp gleam flickering in his eyes.

“It’s for you,” he says, gravel in his tone.

Muscles tug at the junction of my legs. Lane ordered me a … toy.

It’s a curved purple object with a hollow opening at the top. I know it’s a clitoral stimulator, though I’ve never used one before.

“It fucking killed me knowing that I’d be away from you for four days. Four days without being able to make you come,” Lane rasps, his voice becoming tight and intense in a way that has my stomach twisting and heat pulsing through my center. “But if I couldn’t be there to do it myself, I thought the next best thing would be to buy you something that could get you off, so you’d know the orgasm came from me even if I’m not there in person.”

I roll my thighs together, feeling the slick warmth gathered between them.

I’m not a shy person, but my cheeks are burning as I look at Lane and ask, “Want to watch me use it?”

His jaw muscles flex. He nods. “I do. But not right now. Put it down.”

There’s a bossiness in Lane’s tone that I’m not used to. But I think I like it. I follow his directions, setting the toy down on the desk next to my computer.

“Now take your shirt off,” he commands.

Heat fills cheeks. “Is anyone in the room with you?”

“I’m rooming with Rhys. He and the rest of the guys are out celebrating. They won’t be back for a while.”

“You don’t want to go celebrate with them?”

He shakes his head. “I’m exactly where I want to be. Now stop stalling and get that shirt off.”

His voice is raspy with authority, and it feels too damn good to obey him as I tug off my shirt.

Lane purrs a low hum of appreciation. His gaze sears on my breasts through the screen, making my nipples so taut that they pinch.

“Play with those pretty tits for me,” he commands.

I follow his instructions. Pleasure dances through my body as I curl my thumb and forefingers around the firm nubs of my nipples. Arousal builds up inside me until an ache is throbbing between my legs. My eyelids flutter closed, and I drag my tongue across my lips.

“Eyes on me, Scarlett.”

My eyelids snap open at Lane’s firm tone.

I keep my eyes open, locked on his. The teasing pleasure of toying with my nipples for him only makes the pangs between my legs sharper and the aching yearning more insistent, until the edges of my vision become hazy as I force my gaze to stay locked with Lane’s, struggling to keep my eyes from rolling.

“You’re wet now, aren’t you?”

A liquid throb pulses behind my pelvis. I already was, but I’m even more so now after Lane’s question.

I nod. “Mhm,” I mewl.

“Show me. Put your finger down there and show me how soaked you are.”

I don’t know where this bossy attitude came from, but seeing Lane like this, all no-nonsense and demanding, is making me far too eager to do anything he tells me.

I push my hand down my shorts, running my finger along my wet slit, slicking it until my digit is coated. While my hand is down there, I can’t help drawing a circle around my clit. A burst of pleasure shoots through me, and a moan pulls from my throat.

“Uh-uh,” Lane says, shaking his head admonishingly. “Not until I tell you to. Now pull your hand up and show me.”

The single burst of pleasure I got only winds me tighter once I take my hand away from my pussy. I’m going crazy with want to relieve the ache that’s growing stronger by the moment, and somehow I’m loving every second of it.

I hold my finger up for Lane to see. It glistens with my juices in the soft overhead light.

“Bet you’d like to use that toy now, wouldn’t you?”

The question alone is enough to make my stomach flip.

I nod.

“Use your words.”

Fuck me. Lane with his gravelly voice, his features hard-set and serious, being bossy and demanding like this makes me horny in a way that’s borderline concerning.

“Please,” I say. “I need to come so bad.”

A cocky curve twists on Lane’s mouth. “Take the toy and the computer to my bed.”

“Your bed?”

“My bed. That’s where you’re going to come.”

I’m buzzing as I take the toy in my hand and do what he says. In Lane’s room, I lie on his bed, positioning the camera on his mattress so he can see me.

“Take your shorts off,” he says.

I do.

“Put the computer between your legs and spread them for me so I can see you.”

Sparks bristle all over the surface of my body, my chest hitching with excitement. I’ve never done this before, and the experience has adrenaline lacing through my blood.

When I set the computer down between my parted legs, I see Lane’s eyes dip to my center. For just a second, he loses his composure, raking his palm over his face and growling an appreciative curse.

“Now let me see you make yourself come,” he rasps. “And remember who bought you that toy while you do.”

Pleasure fills my body when I apply the suction cup to my clit. My head presses against Lane’s pillow, filling me with the familiar scent of his shampoo, and that only sharpens the sensation. My back arches, hips rolling as waves of bliss crash through me.

“How is it?” Lane asks, his voice tight.

“So fucking good,” I say, half breathless. I don’t know how exactly this toy works, but this is a new sensation I’ve never felt before.

It’s thrilling, doing something new with Lane on the computer like this while feeling a new kind of pleasure from the toy.

The sensations are so intense that it’s not long before I feel a ball of tension pulsing deep inside me, announcing that my orgasm is close.

“I’m almost there,” I whimper, my stomach rolling with pleasure.

“Good girl. Let me see you come.”

With a gasp, my release washes over me. My muscles pull tight as pure ecstasy floods my body. Breathy moans drip from my lips as I ride out my climax, everything feeling so good that bursts of color dance behind my clenched-closed eyelids.

My limbs hum with heavy satisfaction as I come down. When I pull in a deep breath, it’s full of Lane’s scent from his sheets, and I want to curl over and wrap myself in them.

“So fucking pretty when you come for me, baby,” Lane says, appreciation and awe hanging on his every word.

“Wow,” is all I can muster. I find the toy that I let fall from my hands between my legs and hold it up to look lovingly at it. “You sure do know how to pick out sex toys, Lane. I won’t ask how you developed the expertise.”

His chuckle sounds like warm honey.

“Oh, and Scarlett?” he says, prompting me to lift my head from the pillow to look at him. “Sleep in my bed tonight, too.”