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....