Moving closer, Ward’s hard cock pressed to my side. His hand moved from my wrist to my breast, teasing his palm along the curve of it. He skimmed down my belly, pausing to lift my dress before he cupped between my legs. “It’s linked to my phone. Position your hand just right…” He pushed my panties to the side, his finger gliding through the wetness there. “And you can watch what I’m doing.”

Oh my God.

He’s not giving me a watch.

He’s giving me my fantasy.

Sliding his hand up, he circled my clit before continuing, bringing the dress with him. He stripped me slowly. Teased my skin with soft touches. Light kisses. Sucked my nipples into his mouth, alternating between biting and gently flicking the sensitive peaks.

By the time we were both naked, I was ready to jump him.

Who was I kidding? I was always ready to jump him.

Ward grabbed his phone and tapped the screen a few times. When he turned it toward me, I saw the ceiling. I shifted my wrist, the view on the phone changing.

The quality of it was better than my TV—though that wasn’t saying much.

“This is the only device we had available that doesn’t automatically record on Glitch’s cloud,” he said, answering a good question I was too distracted to even think of. He pointed at the spinning crown at the side. “Unless you pull that completely out. Glitch has kindly requested you not do that.”

My cheeks heated. “First, the dirty talk on speakerphone and now you told him about this?”

“Didn’t tell him. He just took a wild guess it was for something fun.”

I sighed like I was frustrated, but I didn’t care.

Not when my fantasy was about to come true.

Ward handed me his phone before dropping to his knees. “Sit, baby.”

When I did as he said, he grabbed my hips and positioned my ass at the edge of the couch. I relaxed my arm, aiming the watch toward Ward.

He shifted his lower body to the side. “Need me to position it down here?”

I checked the screen, my heart beating out of my chest. I’d never been more turned on in my entire life, and I was beginning to worry I’d pass out. “No, it’s…”

I couldn’t even finish my thought.

The idea of Ward jacking off was already hot. Watching him do it would be hotter.

But watching him do it on a screen, like my own private porno?

It was molten magma.

His hands went to my knees, sliding up my thighs as he spread my legs. I split my focus between watching in real life and watching his reaction on the screen.

He grew harder when he looked at me. And when he lowered his head to lick my core, his cock jerked.