“Cocktease,” he muttered with such venom, Eden’s skin crawled. It was impossible to think this was the man who sent her a broccoli emoji every night ‘to remind your subconscious that veggies exist.’

But Sloan seemed to take her moment of panic as acquiescence, running his hands from her thighs to her stomach, tracing patterns in her skin. She wanted to ease into his touch, give in to it, but they were doing his fantasy tonight and she wanted to do it right.

She turned, pulling away from his sticky fingers. “This is so wrong.”

Willow’s mouth tightened, but she could see a kind of triumph burning in his eyes. A culmination of failure for him to wallow in. His hands tightened on her legs. “It’s your fault I’m so hot for you, Jenna. Keep dancing.”

Eden wanted to kneel on either side of his thighs and rock into him, but he was so big she’d be bouncing on his legs like a jockey. She stayed on her feet, swaying and running her hands over her breasts. It was a bad idea. When she brushed over her nipples, a bolt ran through her body to her soaking cunt. Willow grinned as though he knew exactly how she was feeling. He shifted, pulling out his wallet again. “I wanna see your tits.”

Eden chewed her lip.

He yanked more notes, folding them and sliding them into her stocking tops. “Three hundred, no touching.”

Eden delayed, torturing him.

His nostrils flared. “Look, I’ve already seen your tits, okay? I just wanna see them in real life. Come the fuck on.”

She nodded, reaching behind herself and undoing the clasp of her bra at snail speed.

“Fucking get them out.” He ran a hand over the bulge in his sweats. The sight was both disgusting and sexy.

She let her bra drop and he squeezed his cock, giving a low moan. “That’s it. That’s what I wanted to see. C’mere.”

She moved closer and Willow grabbed her hips, burying his face in her stomach. Eden cried out at the feel of stubble and warm skin. He licked her like she was ice cream, one hand reaching down to jack his cock through his sweatpants. “Fuck, yes.”

She clasped his thick hair, then remembered she was supposed to be a cold-hearted cam-girl. She stepped back, trying to look disgusted. “Touching wasn’t part of the deal. Licking definitely isn’t.”

Willow’s face was flushed and there was a red rash running from his ears to his neck. “You’ve already gotten a grand out of me.”

“For a lap dance.” She smiled sweetly. RL Grime had turned into ‘High For This’ by The Weeknd. A stripper song if ever she’d heard one. She rolled her hips to the beat.

“Jenna…” Sloan tucked another hundred into her stocking. “I wanna see your pussy.”