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The small bottle of lube is there, but I let the camera zoom in on the other thing I found in Monty’s drawer. A dildo. I’ve never been fucked on set before. That includes both flesh and silicone, and my fans know it. For all the public knows, I’ve never had anything up there. I glance around, biting my bottom lip and pretending to have some strange and guilty curiosity.

I slam the drawer shut, laughing. “No,” I say to myself. “I’m just bored and horny without Monty here. Stop thinking crazy thoughts. Stop thinking about him.” I emphasize the last word. Slowly, I begin to touch myself again, moving my free hand down to tug on my balls. Every once in a while, I let my middle finger ‘accidentally’ slip against my hole, and I make sure to moan or whimper anytime it happens.

I pretend to be frustrated again and stop all movement. “Fuck it,” I say. “No one will know.” Juan follows the motion of my arm reaching for the drawer. Pulling out Monty’s dildo, I place it on the bed next to me, then lube up my fingers. I stretch myself open, preparing my body to take something bigger. Once I’m ready, I wipe my hands on the sheets, pick up my phone, and hit call.

My free hand returns to my cock, stroking slowly, the way Jericho did with my scarf. Did he get off already? “Hmm.” I hum to myself as the phone rings. I bet I can make him hard again.

The phone clicks, and there’s silence on the other end. He answered. I smirk. My sexy brute must be in shock. He’s probably been going absolutely crazy trying to figure out where I am, only to just now find out I programmed my number into his phone while he slept.

Jericho doesn’t say anything, and neither do I. It’s just harsh, quiet breaths shared between two killers.

One-handed, I pick up the lube, pop the cap, and dribble a few drops on the tip of the silicone. Then, I take the toy and tease it against my hole. I don’t even have to fake my loud moan, knowing Jericho is on the other end.

Jericho growls. Honest to god, growls. The sound brings me back to the moment he had me tied to his bed, his heavy body pressing me against the mattress. “What the fuck are you doing, minx?”

I know the mic can’t pick up his words over the phone, and I’m grateful for that. His words are just for me. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

There’s a long pause at his end. “In what context?” he asks, voice rough like gravel.

“I’m curious: if you kept me tied up to your bed longer, what would you have done to me?” I stop stroking for a moment, pick up the dildo, and trace it against my hole. Pushing slightly, but not penetrating. It might be awkward to hold my phone pressed between my cheek and shoulder, but it gives me access to both of my hands.

“Fucking minx,” he whispers. “What game are you playing?”

Juan leans in. Oh, shit, I almost forgot I wasn’t alone. I tilt my head toward the camera.

“Skylar,” Juan whispers. “Can you lift your hips a bit?”

“Wait, who was that? How private is this call?” Jericho snaps, suddenly sounding alert. Hmm. Interesting. Is he jealous?

“Why?” I purr into the phone. “Is there something you want to tell me, brute?” There’s a click on the other side of the bedroom, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Monty walk in. Just as planned, he pauses in the doorway, freezing when he sees me teasing myself with the sex toy. He gasps dramatically, murmuring my name in shock, but I pretend I don’t hear.

Another growl from Jericho. “Answer the fucking question. Who’s there with you?”

“Fuck, have I ever told you how sexy it is when you growl?” Silence. No answer. “I’m on set. They’re filming me right now.”

There’s a sharp inhale on the other line. “Fucking hell, and you called me, of all people?” he whispers, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud. I’m about to tease him some more when he speaks again.

“Didn’t you get my message?”

“What message?”

“Check your social media,” I reply. It only takes a moment before I hear my voice followed by Monty’s as he plays the video. “You’re my inspiration for this shoot, you know. It’s why I called you.” I know Juan will edit out some of my words, so I’m not worried about speaking freely. Or at least as freely as I can without mentioning my dangerous little hobby.

“You know it’s illegal to record a phone call without my consent.”

And yet, he hasn’t ended the call. I bite back a smile, still stroking myself.

I tsk. “Not in our state. One-party consent, and I consent all day. Plus,” I chuckle. “You know now. But feel free to hang up. You don’t have to hear what I’m doing to myself while thinking of you.”

Jericho curses a low, long string of curses that makes my hole twitch. As if my hand has a mind of its own, my strokes pick up speed. There’s another long pause, and I almost check my screen to see if he’s still on the line when I hear his breathing. It’s harsh. Slightly labored. Is he… is he touching himself too?

“Tell me what you wanted to do to me,” I challenge.

His voice dips low to something dangerous. “Are we really fucking doing this while they film you?”

I push the dildo in a little, moaning. “Isn’t that what you wanted? To tell the world you’ve claimed me. That I’m yours.”

“Fucking hell, little minx,” he groans, giving in. “You have me so hard right now.”