I pushed two fingers inside me. “I’m rocking against them, loving the way your fingers reach so deep. Fuck, I’m wet. Can you feel how wet?”

The slick sounds quickened. “Uh-uhn, baby. I’m pulling out. Don’t want you coming too fast.”

I rolled my eyes. No way would I come faster than him. But I pulled out.

“Now…” The smacks of his hand choking his cock grew louder, faster. “Now, I’m spanking it. One, two, three. Baby, count for me.”

I liked this, him telling me what to do, him listening to me as I spanked my wet pussy and counted. I made sure the slaps were sharp so he could hear, and soon, the stinging heat worked its magic. My pussy tightened and burned, and I squirmed on my seat, my arms pushing my boobs together. As I spanked, I slid on my chair, my bottom so wet now I glided effortlessly forward and back. “Oh, I want some of that cock. Please, daddy, give me that great big cock.”

“Spread wider. Get ready.”

He made a grunting sound. His strokes came so quick, I couldn’t keep my slaps moving in time with his.

“Almost…there.” He groaned.

I forgot about pleasing him. I was close, too. I forked my fingers at the top of my folds and pulled upward, exposing my clit. I slicked my fingertips with spit then rubbed vigorously on my distended little nub. “Daddy, tell me. Tell me when.”

I heard those noises, the ones that weren’t so sexy, of him squeezing out a moan as his hand stilled.

“I’m rubbing my come all over your pussy,” he said, his voice sounding strained.

I made a face he’d never see, scrunching my nose in disgust. “Thank you, daddy.”

The session was over. I stilled my hands and let my pussy cool.

“Your service says you’ll be away for a few days.”

The bastard didn’t even bother to ask me whether I’d come. Breathing hard, I placed my hands on my thighs. I’d end the call quickly, and then take care of my own orgasm. I’d sailed past my mandatory four minutes, which meant every second of our conversation would put money in the bank. Something I needed to hold up my end of the mortgage.

“Mariska’s hot. I like her a lot,” I said, forcing breathiness into my tone. “She’ll treat you right. Maybe when I come back, we could do a three-way?”

He grunted. Static crackled for a second. He must have been changing hands. One was probably cramped. “Maybe you could give me your real phone number. I could call you, and we could skip the whole middle man. I’d send you money.”

Inwardly, I groaned. Next, he’d ask me for a date. A real date. But I didn’t need a boyfriend. Even one who wasn’t completely skeevy on the phone.

I ended the call as quickly as I could then stood. Before I had a chance to let the service know I needed a break, my headphone beeped again. Sighing my frustration, I touched the earpiece, connecting with the call. “Hello, this is Demi Dix.”

I heard a snort behind me at the same time a voice in my ear, said, “Demi, honey. I love your voice. Would you talk to me while I fuck Veronica?”

I heard the words, but alarm shot through me. I wasn’t alone. I spun and lost my balance. As I reached out to catch the side of the table, arms slid around me from behind—arms bearing a tattoo in grays and black. I squealed.

The sound of the caller hanging up didn’t really register. I turned inside Hunter’s embrace and hopped up, winding my legs around his waist, and kissed his cheek, his jaw, his nose…his mouth.

But he drew back his head sharply. “The headset,” he bit out.

“Oh!” I reached up, tore it off, then tossed it toward the table. It slid across the top and fell to the floor, but I didn’t care. Hunter was home.

Only, he didn’t seem as happy to see me as I was to see him. His eyebrows were lowered, and his cheeks were flushed.

“How long have you been home?” I asked in a small voice.

“Long enough to watch you spanking yourself with your new boyfriend on the other end of the line. And to hear you take another call. Who the fuck are these guys, and why the fuck are you calling yourself Demi Dix?”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “Oh shit,” I said, then bent to hide my face against his shoulder, because he didn’t look as though he had much of a sense of humor at the moment.

A throat cleared. Not Hunter’s. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I popped up to peer over Hunter’s shoulder at the two men standing in the doorway. Both grinning so wide, I knew why Hunter was so pissed. “Um, I can explain.”

His buddies, Marco and Payton, waggled their eyebrows.

“Just forget we’re here,” Marco said, his tone sly.

As if I could. Three well-muscled SEALs were standing in my tiny kitchen. How the hell had I missed their arrival? Oh yeah, I’d been trying to come…

Not that being caught naked fazed me much. These two had been frequent visitors to our home and had walked in a few times when Hunter and I were getting it on—ostensibly to complain about the noise, but most likely so they could get an eyeful. Something neither Hunter nor I minded all that much. Still, I was glad that my breasts and pussy were pressed against Hunter’s body.

Hunter growled and smacked my ass. “What the fuck, Sara?”

Right about then, my body reminded me that my sexy stepbro was the man holding me—his hands on my ass, the thick ridge of his cock pushing against my pussy. “Can we talk later?” I gave him a weak smile and waved to the boys. “Welcome home. Yay?” And then I frowned. “You weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow.”

“I lied.”

“Were you trying to catch me cheating?”

His jaw tightened. “I was trying to surprise you. Who the hell is daddy?”