Up for Heir - Stella Starling Page 0,76

that Leo’s “yes” meant the call was about to turn into one of those dates where Leo took charge. Made all the decisions for him. Told Edvin not to stop, told him to grind the heel of his hand down on his erection, or… or slip his hand inside his pajama pants. To touch his hot length through the slit in his boxers, and then reach in and pull out his—

“Eddie,” Leo said, his voice dropping to a low growl. “What are you doing, baby?”

“N-N-Nothing,” Edvin said with a startled gasp, yanking his hand out of his pants so fast that he dropped the phone and then had to scramble for it, his face flaming with heat because apparently he wasn’t too turned on to feel embarrassed.

He picked the phone back up, settling with his back against the wall again. In the little picture inset in the corner of the video screen, he looked flushed and mussed and his glasses were askew. In other words, he looked exactly like someone who’d just gotten himself all worked up and accidentally started doing something about it.

“Nothing?” Leo repeated, his lips quirking up in a sexy little half smile.

Edvin swallowed. Leo knew. Of course Leo knew. And that was… hot? No, it was mortifying. Except… except it was actually kind of both. How had Edvin never known it was possible to be both embarrassed and turned on at the same time? Or… maybe turned on even more because he was embarrassed?

He straightened his glasses and squeezed his legs together, not reaching for himself again. Not until Leo told him to.

Leo would tell him to, wouldn’t he?

Should Edvin ask him to?

“That didn’t look like nothing, Edvin. That looked like you were starting without me,” Leo said, managing to ramp up both Edvin’s embarrassment and turned-on factors by a factor of about a thousand.

Edvin cleared his throat. “Actually, I was… w-w-wasn’t… I m-m-mean, I was just—”

Oh Lord. He couldn’t actually say it, could he?

No. He couldn’t. So instead, he went with, “You said… you said you wanted to do things with me. I was just, um, thinking of… of what th-th-those things might be.”

Leo leaned in, gorgeous brown eyes sparkling as his face suddenly filled the small screen. “Just ‘thinking’ of it, darling?”

Edvin’s breath hitched, but he shook his head, because it was impossible to lie and he didn’t even want to. And even without touching himself again, it felt… it felt sexy to admit what he’d been doing, even indirectly like that.

“Good,” Leo purred. “Because I can’t wait until Sunday to see you fall apart for me again.”

Oh Lord. This was really going to happen. Edvin’s breath started coming in short, desperate-sounding pants, the force of Leo’s attention almost making it feel like he was touching himself again… or even better, like Leo was. And when Leo gave him another one of those slow, sexy smiles—almost like a reward for having admitted the truth—it was all Edvin could do not to let his hand sneak back inside his boxers.

Waiting, though, was even better… although maybe he could at least give his prince a nudge.

“Do you, um, do you want to see it now?” Edvin asked just as a clatter sounded from out in the hall, followed by the muffled voices of two of Edvin’s sisters. Right. He didn’t have as much privacy as he’d like, but… but he still wanted to do this. He wanted Leo to do this. He wet his lips, then lowered his voice to a whisper that was more breath than sound. “Because… because I’d have to b-b-be quiet.”

Leo’s eyes darkened, his lids dropping to half mast as his image shifted on the small screen, as if he was changing positions. “Can you do that for me? Be quiet so I can play with you, darling? Be my hands? Let me watch? Allow me to spoil you the way you deserve, even when I can’t be with you?”

Another embarrassing and far-too-erotic-for-thin-walls sound slipped out of Edvin’s mouth as he nodded again. He felt spoiled with Leo’s attention on him like this, but… but even though he had years of practice staying quiet, he’d never be able to let go if he had to worry about his siblings overhearing whatever it was Leo decided to tell him to do, but Ollie had borrowed his earbuds and sound carried very well in the small apartment and—

Oh. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Edvin licked his lips, his erection getting wet at the tip as the solution came