Page 65 of Deadly Blooms (Psychic Unraveled #1)

Had she been checking my search history?

That’s… fucking hot.

But also… Am I twelve?

Still. If the best part of my day involved jerking off on camera to the only woman who’d ever short-circuited my brain and made me laugh while doing it—I’d say that was a win.

I hit the video icon next to her name.

It started to ring.

Now, before we go any further—let’s just strip the awkward out of this.

Yeah, we all have needs. Some of us more than others.

Don’t judge. This? It wasn’t just some fun little stroke session—this was practically therapy.

Sexy-ass therapy. She was my dirty-minded psychiatrist, and I was the emotionally constipated wreck with a hero complex and a sex drive set to “obliterate.”

Yeah, that’s what this was. Hot. Productive. Healing.

Shut up.

The screen blinked—and there she was.

Maggie.

Lit in soft lamplight, her hair messy, her eyes burning. She was more goddess than girl in that moment, and every inch of me responded like I was seeing the sun for the first time.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

Her giggle trickled through the speaker. “Hi. Why can’t I stop thinking about you and what we did last night… and this morning?”

“I don’t know, but neither can I.”

She shifted, cheeks flushed, biting her lip. There was a shy tilt to her voice, but her eyes were fire. “Can I see?”

Fuck, yes.

I propped my phone against the coffee table and leaned back so she got the full picture. I was hard, already aching, already so goddamn ready to lose it.

“Course you can. But I want to see you too.”

She positioned her phone at the foot of her bed and climbed back, settling against her pillows, legs folding in like she was trying to keep a secret.

“Come on, baby,” I coaxed, my voice dark and slow. “Don’t hide from me. Part those thighs for me.” I tightened my grip and stroked myself slowly.

She parted her knees—tentative at first—but when I gave her that low, filthy praise, she opened right up. My voice dropped to a growl. “That’s it… such a good girl.”

Her hand moved, and even though I couldn’t see every detail, I could feel it—the way her breath faltered, the way her body arched slightly, the flutter of her lashes as she sunk into it.

“Show me what you’d want me to do to you,” I said.

She moaned softly, eyes flickering closed as her fingers moved—slow, teasing, deliberate. One hand lifted to her chest, running her fingers over her peaked nipples. The other stayed lower, her rhythm matching mine even without a word exchanged.

“Jesus, Max…”

My body pulsed. I matched her pace. I wanted to crawl through the screen and take over—wanted to feel every inch of her under me, around me, mine.

She closed her eyes. “Graham, I want you here.” She panted.

Watching her come undone? Jesus. Like gasoline on a goddamn wildfire.

“I am there, princess. I’m running my tongue over your nipples, kissing your neck, nibbling your ears. My fingers are spreading you open, brushing against your clit, getting you ready for me.”

“Picture me sliding onto your cock.” She whispered, dipping her fingers inside.

Yeah—like I needed to be told what to do.

“I want to be on you, gripping you tight.” She continued, her words faltering between each heated breath. “Graham, I need pressure… I need something inside of—Oh—” Her back arched, and she let out a small uncontrolled moan, bucking into her hand, every muscle chasing the edge.

Shit! Oh God—fuck that was fast. My balls tightened, and the intense heat of my arousal prickled at my spine.

I slammed my cock into my hand, my brow creasing as the urge built.

Each stroke intensified the sensitivity.

I wanted her warmth. I wanted her tits in my face.

I focused on them—jiggling with each buck as she slipped her fingers in and out until?—

“Fuck! Max! I’m gonna come!” I groaned, riding the wave past the point of no return. My body locked, muscles firing, and for one perfect second, the case, the job, Rebecca, all of it was gone. Just Maggie, and the rush that ripped through me like a damn drug I’d shot straight into my veins.

Maggie

I couldn’t breathe as I watched the string of pearls streak across his stomach. Seeing him come undone like that—like a goddamn volcano—only made me hungrier.

“Did you like that?” He asked, smiling, out of breath and shaking as he rested his hand at the base of his still firm and impossibly thick cock, gently stroking.

I nodded, biting my lower lip. I needed to come. I gripped my sheets, rubbing my clit harder—faster.

“Oh God!” I moaned, letting myself succumb to the heat flooding my core. It was coming.

I couldn’t fucking control my moans, they got louder… faster. My orgasm built inside me, my pussy throbbing with the need to be fucked. I slipped two fingers inside, pinching my clit between my thumb and first knuckle.

“Oh, God… Graham—I need you inside me…”

“I’m right here, you’re doing so good.” He purred, encouraging me, his deep voice sent a chill up my spine, adding to my arousal until finally stars faded into my vision, and as I released a stuttering breath, hot tingles started to fire over my body.

I was right there—ready to snap, ready to break—when a soft thump landed beside me.

“Meow.”

Chester.

My orgasm was obliterated instantly in a puff of fur and betrayal!

I let out a strangled cry.

Oh, my God—I could’ve screamed.

I was so fucking close. That orgasm had apocalypse potential—I knew it.

Goddamn it. I really needed to start shutting that fucking door.

Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!

I flopped back down like a brat denied her favorite toy.

“No, no, no—pretty girl,” Graham said, breathless, and determined, “I can get you there again. Keep going.”

I sighed, dropping my head to the pillow, defeated. “When did you say Derek would be over?

“I didn’t. Hey look at me.”

I sat up and brought my phone close.

He lifted his phone to show only his face, voice dropping into a growl. “But I do want you to come for me.”

Normally, being told what to do made my skin crawl.

But when Graham did it? Goddamn. I wanted him to boss me around. I wanted to be good for him. Sweet. Obedient. Eager.

But I also wanted to be so bad he had no choice but to tame me.

I wanted to test him—until he broke me.

“Make me,” I whispered, before I even thought it through.

Then I smirked. “See you tonight.”

Click.

Camera off.

Checkmate.