Chapter 316
**Sara**
"Oh! I almost forgot to tell you something," Tom's voice pulled me from my appreciation of his photos. "I got arrested today."
"You what?" I sat up straight, nearly dropping my phone. "What did you do? Abuse any women in Australia?"
"What? No!" His expression was priceless - a mix of shock and indignation. "Why would that be your first assumption?"
"I don't know! You just casually dropped 'I got arrested' into conversation like you were mentioning the weather!"
He laughed, shaking his head. "It wasn't real. Some cop showed up at the café while I was with Hudson-"
"A cop?"
"Well, a fake cop. Turns out it was Harrison - Leo's friend, who owns the café. Leo set the whole thing up as a prank."
"Wait, back up. How does one fake an arrest?"
"Apparently, with a café menu disguised as a warrant." Tom's eyes crinkled with amusement. "Harrison wasn't exactly method acting material. Plus, he used the cafe menu as his warrant. Complete with coffee stains."
"No way. Please tell me someone got this on video."
"The entire café had their phones out. I'm sure it'll hit social media soon - 'Billionaire's Son Almost Arrested Over Terrible Warrant.'"
I curled deeper into Tom's pillows, still scrolling through Leo's Instagram feed, hunting for any candid shots of Tom. His brother seemed to have an uncanny ability to capture everyone's most embarrassing moments, and I hoped to find some blackmail-worthy material of my own. "I'll keep an eye out for any trending videos of your almost-arrest. But I doubt anyone will post it."
"You never know. Social media works in mysterious ways."
"Please. The chances of someone posting a video of you getting fake-arrested in some random café-"
"It wasn't that random. And there weren't many people there, so maybe you're right."
"Of course I'm right." After scrolling through dozens of photos and finding nothing worth blackmailing him with, I switched back to the video call, catching his tired smile. "Your brother really outdid himself this time. I swear Leo exists just to create chaos wherever he goes."
"That's his special talent." Tom ran a hand through his hair. "What are you doing now? About to sleep?"
"Yeah, I should probably get some sleep. It's past one here."
"I can see that." His eyes traveled down, a smirk playing on his lips. "And I can see something else too."
"What?" I shifted against the pillows, already knowing where this was going from the playful glint in his eyes.
"You're not wearing a bra."
Heat flooded my cheeks as I glanced down. Sure enough, the thin silk of my pajama top did nothing to hide my nipples, which had hardened in the cool air of his bedroom. I grabbed the pillow, hugging it to my chest. "Stop looking!"
"Why? It's a lovely view."
"Because!" I buried my face in the pillow, mortified. "You can't just point things out like that!"
"Like what? The fact that you're in my bed with no bra?"
"Tom!"
"Yes, Sara?" His voice dropped lower, sending shivers down my spine.
I peeked over the pillow, catching his heated gaze. "Stop looking at me like that!"
"Like what?"
"Like you want to eat me."
"Maybe I do." He leaned closer to the camera, his shirt gaping open. "Would that be such a bad thing?"
"Yes! No. Maybe." I clutched the pillow tighter. "Stop confusing me!"
"I'm not doing anything." His innocent expression wouldn't have fooled a blind man. "Just admiring the view."
"The view of what? Your pillows?"
"No, the view of my girlfriend not wearing a bra in my bed."
My heart skipped. "I'm not your girlfriend."
"No?" His eyes sparkled with mischief. "What happened to 'boyfriend-boyfriend' from earlier?"
"Can we pretend I never said that?"
"Absolutely not."
"Why not?"
"Because you're cute when you're flustered." He unbuttoned another button on his shirt. "And even cuter when you're braless in my bed."
"Tom! Stop trying to seduce me from across the world!" I hugged the pillow tighter, my cheeks flaming. The man was infuriating, sitting there with that smirk, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.
"I'm not doing anything," he protested, all innocence. "I just unbuttoned my shirt."
"You're showing your body to me!" I accused, trying to ignore the heat pooling in my belly.
"Does it make you wet?" His voice dropped, low and husky.
I squirmed, pressing my thighs together. "That's not the point!"
"Are you wearing panties?"
"Tom!"
"It's a simple question, Sara." He leaned back, his shirt falling open to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of muscle.
"I'm... I'm only wearing a pajama top," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes darkened. "No pants? Or panties?"
I shook my head, biting my lip. "Nothing."
He leaned closer to the camera, his gaze intense. "Show me."
I hesitated, clutching the pillow. "Tom, I-"
"Come on, Sara," he coaxed. "Let me see."
I took a deep breath, then slowly lowered the pillow. His eyes followed the movement, lingering on the swell of my breasts beneath the thin silk. I shifted, the top riding up to reveal a sliver of bare thigh.
"More," he demanded, his voice rough.
I inched the top up further, exposing more skin. His gaze was like a physical touch, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat between my legs, the wetness growing. The silk slid up, revealing the curve of my hips, the softness of my belly, and then—there it was, my pussy, bare and exposed to his hungry eyes.
"Fuck, Sara," Tom groaned, his voice rough and low. "You're killing me here."
I bit my lip, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through me. "You wanted to see."
"And now I want to touch." His eyes locked onto mine, intense and demanding. "Touch yourself, Sara. Show me how you like it."
My heart pounded in my chest, but I obeyed, sliding my hand down between my legs. My fingers brushed against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I circled it slowly, my breath hitching as I watched Tom's reaction.
"God, you're so wet," he murmured, his eyes never leaving my hand. "I can see it from here. Show me how wet you are, Sara."
I spread my legs wider, giving him a full view of my pussy. My fingers slid easily inside, the wetness coating them as I pushed deeper. I let out a soft moan, the sensation of my own touch heightened by his gaze.
"Fuck, that's hot," Tom growled. "Now taste yourself. Suck your fingers clean."
I pulled my fingers out, glistening with my arousal, and brought them to my lips. I sucked them into my mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of my own desire.
Tom's eyes darkened, his breath coming faster as he watched me. "You taste good, don't you?" he asked, his voice thick with lust.
I nodded, my mouth still wrapped around my fingers, the taste of my own arousal sending another wave of heat through me. Tom's gaze was intense, his eyes locked onto mine through the screen.
"God, Sara," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "I wish I could taste you right now. I wish I could bury my face between your legs and lick every fucking drop of you."
I pulled my fingers out of my mouth with a pop, a smirk playing on my lips. "You're all the way over in Australia, stuck with Leo and Kate."
"Don't remind me." Tom groaned, shifting in his chair. "I'd much rather be stuck with you."
"Is that so?" I traced lazy circles on my thigh, enjoying how his eyes followed my movements. "And why's that, Professor?"
"Because I miss you." His voice softened. "It's lonely here. Boring meetings, endless paperwork, and Leo's terrible jokes."
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