Page 764 of Deep Pockets


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Crap. It’s time.

I sprint to the kitchen, toss the sleeve into the sink, and wipe the lube from my fingers with a paper towel.

Returning to the couch, I check my phone.

Right. It’s the text that will link my app with Vlad’s.

As soon as I set that up, the videoconferencing part of the app comes to life.

Picking up the call, I try to be cool and not blush. This is work related. No reason to panic.

Then I see his lapis lazuli eyes gleaming behind his lenses, and all professionalism goes down the drain.

My cheeks burn as if stung by that same hungry jellyfish.

“Hi, Fanny,” he says, his accent thicker than usual.

“Hi, sir.” I fight the urge to salute him.

The corners of his lips twitch. “You can call me Vlad, remember?”

“Right. Vlad. I picked out the toy for today. The sleeve. It’s the—”

“I know the one.” He disappears from camera view, and I hear him rummaging in what I assume is his own suitcase.

When he reappears, he’s holding the toy in question.

Impossibly, my blush deepens. “Yeah, that one.”

“Good choice.” He brushes the tip of his finger around the toy entrance—making my lady bits insanely jealous. “This is the same one I used for my own testing.”

“Great.” It takes effort to hold the phone steady. “So… I guess you put yourself into it?”

Echoes of my earlier logistical thoughts buzz around my head.

He needs to be hard for this. Is that my problem? Surely not.

“Do you need a minute?” I nervously lick my lips. “To watch an adult video or—”

“I’m ready.” His gaze seems to be on my mouth. “Where do you want me to point the camera? I’d prefer it to be my face, but if—”

“Your face is good.” The words come out like the pained croak of a toad that’s been run over by an ice cream truck.

I mean I’m only human, so I really, really would like the camera pointed down, but there’s no QA reason for it that I can think of, not unless I’d made the sleeve and wanted to make sure it fits snugly on his—

“I’m in,” he murmurs.

Alrighty then.

That means it’s my turn… to get him off.

Chapter Fourteen

Stay professional.

Clinical.

Somehow.

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