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What the fuck did he just say?

He must see the shock on my face that I can’t hide, because he lets out a scoff.

Did he seriously just demand I watch him fuck himself on a dildo sized like my cock? Or am I hallucinating?

“What?” he says, one brow lifting. “Cat got your tongue, Tristan?”

I don’t answer.

I can’t.

Because my brain is still stuck replaying what he said, trying to make it sound less insane, less—

“Or is your dick liking the idea of it?” he adds, tilting his head, eyes dragging over me through the screen as if he can see everything.

“What?” I manage, the word rough and delayed.

To my horror, my cock twitches.

What the actual fuck? When did I get hard?

“You’re out of your fucking mind, Maksim,” I say, forcing my voice hard as steel.

“Am I?” A mocking glint sparks in his eyes. “I’m not lying, though. I have the dildo right here.”

Without warning, he holds it up, and a breath escapes me as it comes into view. It’s a huge, thick black one with realistic veins bulging around it. I tilt my head, staring at it incredulously; even though it sounds crazy, it looks as big as my cock.

“Amazing, right?” he asks with a smile. “Wanna see how it fucks me?”

My jaw tightens as I stare at him, trying to ground myself in something or anything that isn’t the way my body is reacting as if it’s lost all sense of reason.

“Are you crazy?” I snap as I try to regain some composure.

“You haven’t seen crazy yet, Tristan Sinclair,” he says with a daring smile.

He slowly tilts the phone down, revealing his chest, then his torso. He pauses at his abdomen where I can see his dick rigid and leaking—before swinging the phone back to his face. There’s a furnace of heat in his eyes that makes my dick twitch again. God help me, it’s straining against my briefs now.

I grind my teeth so hard they might shatter. For fuck’s sake, I don’t know why it’s hard. Nothing here should make it stand up. And honestly, I’m in the worst possible spot for it.

My grip tightens around my phone as I force my gaze away for a second toward my office door. It’s closed but not safe.

Not from this.

Any minute now, someone could walk in. Grace could walk in and tell me she’s clocking out since it’s already late.

So why the fuck am I still here? Why haven’t I hung up yet?

And does my cock care about the unsuitable hell Maksim’s dragging me into? Not at all.

My eyes drift back to him.

And there it is.

That look.

It’s a challenge and a dare. Like he’s watching me unravel in real time and enjoying every second of it.

As if he knows I’m not going anywhere.