Ashton Scott

I end the call and start the car.

Finally.

Lorelei is waiting for me less than fifteen minutes away and my cock is hard as hell thinking about her.

I call her and she answers on the third ring. “Ashton.”

“I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. Did you receive the delivery?”

“Yes. I’m staring at it. What exactly do you want me to do with it all?”

“I want you to choose your favourite. Another delivery is about to arrive. You can open it but then put it aside for me.” I adjust my pants as my dick pushes against them.

“Okay.” I can tell by the way her voice drifts off that she’s already deep in thought about those deliveries.

“I want you to get yourself ready for me, Lorelei.”

“What? As in, you want me to… ummm—”

Fuck.

I love her inhibition.

I’m going to fuck that out of her.

“As in I want you to touch yourself and get that tight pussy wet for me.”

She sucks in a breath.

I grip the steering wheel hard.

When she doesn’t reply, I growl, “Lorelei, I want your fingers inside you for the next fifteen minutes so that your pussy is dripping for me when I get there. Are we clear or do I need to stay on the phone and direct you?”

“We’re clear. And Ashton?”

“Yes?”

“My fingers are already inside me.”

Fuck.

19

Lorelei

I open the door of the hotel room and wait silently for Ashton’s response. He asked me to get myself ready, so I did.

His eyes flare with heat as they roam my body. “You surprise me,” he says when he meets my gaze again.

I tilt my head to the side. “You thought I’d choose something a little less revealing, didn’t you?”

Stepping inside the hotel room he sent me to this morning, he closes the door and runs his finger along the top of the black crotchless lace thong I’m wearing. Besides the sheer thigh-high stockings attached to it with suspender straps, and heels, it’s the only thing I’m wearing. He nods in response to my question. “I certainly didn’t imagine you’d choose this out of everything I had delivered.”

Ashton’s first delivery had consisted of an assortment of lingerie. He told me to choose my favourite, but I struggled to pick between them all. The man has exquisite taste and I fell in love with each item. So I decided to go with what I thought would be his favourite.

“This one allows you easy access.” I hold his gaze while I lick my bottom lip and work myself up to saying what I want to say to him. My heart beats faster as the words fall out of my mouth. “It’s time for your fingers to be where mine were a minute ago.”

He loosens his tie with one hand while his other one glides over my hip and around to my ass. “How wet are you?”