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I swallowed hard. Being this close to him made my brain feel fuzzy. “The voice,” I admitted. “And the way you take your time. You make it feel personal. Like you are talking directly to me when I ask you to edge or describe things.”
His eyes darkened with interest. “Because I was. Especially when you tipped extra. I would read your name out loud on purpose. Did you touch yourself every time?”
“Yes,” I whispered, unable to look away from him. “Almost every stream.”
Richie let out a low chuckle. “Good girl. That is exactly what I wanted to hear. You have been driving me crazy too, you know. Wondering what the real girl behind the username was like.”
He shifted closer on the couch. “Now she is sitting in my apartment wearing almost nothing under that hoodie. Bold move.”
I tugge
