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Beau’s chest and abdomen once again filled her screen, and then he opened the towel, revealing his very hard penis resting against his belly. It was slightly lighter in color than his tanned flesh, and maybe it was the screen’s tiny size, but it looked . . . large.

The view tilted, and Beau’s face came into focus in the distance. “Stunned speechless?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Are you saying I’ve finally found something that will shut you up? And that it’s been in my pants this entire time?”

Alice couldn’t think of a single thing to say. So apparently, the answer to his question was yes. Her eyes were glued to her phone, and his penis came back into view, along with Beau’s hand. He stroked himself. Just once.

“Is this okay with you?” he asked. “I mean, I don’t know if you’ve ever messed around on the phone . . .”

“Does Candy Crush count?”

“Not even a little.”

“Then no. I’ll have to add it to my bucket list.”

“Do you want to see me finish what I started in the shower? Because that’s the kind of messing around I have in mind.”

“Okay,” she squeaked.

His hand continued stroking. And Alice watched closely, because she wanted to know just how it was done.

“You can talk to me if you want to,” he said. “And I know you want to.”

She did have a few questions. “Well, the glans is supposed to be the most sensitive part of the penis. So why aren’t you touching it?”

Beau laughed. “So much for dirty talk. And I don’t usually start out touching the head of my dick. Too sensitive in the beginning.”

That made sense. Alice couldn’t usually handle direct clitoral stimulation unless she was really aroused. “Some people are embarrassed over masturbation,” she said. “But did you know it can decrease your risk of prostate cancer?”

Beau laughed again. “Oh, Allie, you really know how to turn a guy on.”

“Sorry. I’ll be quiet.”

“No. Don’t stop talking. I like the sound of your voice, no matter what you’re saying.”

She knew the kinds of things he wanted her to say, and she wanted to say them. But it was just so hard. She took a deep breath. “I’m really turned on right now.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes. I like looking at your penis. It makes me . . .” She hesitated. She could feel the chastity belt tighten, and it seemed to have moved up to her throat. Just say it! “Wet. It makes me wet.”

Beau groaned. “Fuck, Allie.”

She felt a little naughty. And surprisingly, very in control. And being in control was her happy place. Maybe she’d say some more things.

“I want to taste it.”

Beau breathed heavier. Louder. Faster. And speaking of faster, his hand was really moving now. Definitely no longer avoiding the glans. She’d turned him on. For real. With just a few words.

“And I want to feel it inside me,” she said. The words had gushed out, as if the dam holding them in had finally broken.

Beau’s hand was practically a blur now. Alice couldn’t even see his penis. “Beau, I want to see your face.”

His face came back into view. He opened his eyes briefly, startling her momentarily with their intensity. But then they rolled back and his eyelids fluttered shut. His lips parted. His breath came in quick gasps and pants, and his cheeks were flushed. Very flushed. Even for a blond.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said. “I’m never seen a more beautiful man.”

Beau opened his eyes and smiled, although she could tell by his breathing and the shaking of the screen that he hadn’t stopped stroking himself. “There’s another guy who looks just like me so . . .”

“No. I see you, Beau. Just you. And you’re beautiful to me.”

The image stopped shaking and Beau stared right at her. Right into her. Then he let out a ragged breath and the activity started back up. “God, I want to come, Allie.”

“Don’t close your eyes,” she said. “I want you to look at me when you do it.”

Beau gasped and although he blinked a couple of times, he managed to keep staring into the camera.

“Oh, fuck, Allie,” he groaned.

“Are you close?”

Beau’s eyes rolled back, but he fluttered his eyelids, as if trying to force them to stay open. “Not until you tell me,” he gasped.

She stared into Beau’s eyes. He was a large, sexy hunk of a man—a sexually experienced one—and he was putting her in charge of his most intimate and personal act. He groaned, as if he couldn’t hold out much longer, and his eyes pleaded for his release.

“Come for me, Beau.”

She was surprised by the authoritative tone of her voice, but Beau didn’t seem surprised at all. He was rolling with it. His lips parted. His cheeks flushed even brighter and his forehead shone with perspiration as he panted and gasped, still somehow managing to hold on to his phone. “Oh God, Alice. Alice . . . Alice . . . Alice . . .”

He said her name as if it were a personal mantra, and then let out a long, shattering sigh. His eyes fluttered shut, and he just lay there, panting.

Alice was panting, too. The way he’d held her in his gaze while seeking his release was the most intimate moment she’d ever experienced. Even though he hadn’t touched her. And oh, how she longed for his touch.

“Beau,” she whispered.

He smiled, eyes still shut, and said, “Yes, darlin’?”

His speech sounded almost slurred, as if he was drunk on the pleasure hormones that were probably coursing through his body.

What had she wanted to say when she’d whispered his name? “I miss you,” she finally said.

His smile grew even larger, but he still didn’t open his eyes. “I miss you, too. Hurry up and get here.”

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

The young woman on the other side of the counter seemed to be using an unnecessary amount of pink tissue paper to wrap up