Submitting to my Ex Uncle-Chapter 178

Music Recommendation: Earned It by The Weekend.

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It was already noon when Celeste kissed Amara good night, and left with Rodger. While Amara left with another car and another driver assigned to her by Rodger.

Celeste tucked a stand of her now short and straight bob hair behind her ear, and pulled out her phone.

The elevator leading to her and Dominic’s bedroom chimed softly. She dialed his number for a face time the moment she walked out of the elevator.

She carried two bags, while Rodger and two other house keepers helped her with the others.

Dominic replied immediately after one ring. Celeste smiled, and raised her phone above her face, making a pose like she was taking a selfie, while staring at him from under her lashes.

Dominic smiled immediately. He pushed his laptop aside, positioned his phone perfectly before him, and leaned back, resting on his seat with his hands beneath his chin.

"You look so beautiful."

Celeste blew raspberry, and brought her phone down. "I’m tired. I just want to speak to you right now. Are you busy?"

Dominic glanced across the faces on his laptop in a conference call. He muted his end, shut his laptop, and shook his head. "I was not anymore."

Celeste smiled. "I’ll be quick. I just want to show you a dress I got today."

"Your hair," Dominic chuckled, sitting upright. "I liked your curls but just when I thought looking more beautiful every morning was how far you could go, I was wrong. You look... you..." he trailed off, and Celeste blushed. She smiled at him, waiting.

Dominic’s chuckle softened into something deeper, his gaze holding her like she was the only thing left in the world worth looking at. "You look... beyond beautiful," he murmured. "Like you were carved just to undo me. Celeste, you don’t even try, and yet every time I see you, it feels like the first time all over again." He said, almost in wonder. "Like the morning itself decided to sit in front of me. I used to think beauty had limits, but then there’s you, proving me wrong every time."

His eyes softened, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You’re beautiful. I can’t wait to have my fingers running through your hair. I’ll miss your curls, though," he chuckled playfully at his last line.

Celeste laughed. "If you miss the curls, I had them cut off before this transformation. You can have them on your hair."

Dominic smacked his lips thoughtfully, then smiled. "I don’t mind."

Celeste laughed. Her eyes disappeared as she laughed freely.

Dominic let out a deep sigh of relief. His heart glowed watching her. "Now, let me see the dress you speak of," he said, when she stared at him again, still smiling softly.

"Right," Celeste said, still smiling. She walked towards the vanity mirror, and positioned her phone there.

Then, she went back to the bed, and picked up one from the two bags she walked into the room with.

Celeste lifted the black dress into view. It was a daring little thing with no sleeves, its thin straps barely clinged to the line of her shoulders.

The fabric dipped scandalously low at the back, leaving her skin bare in a way that made the air itself feel charged.

Without breaking his gaze, she slipped out of what she was wearing, slow and unhurried, then drew the dress over her frame.

It clung to her like it had been made only for her, skimming every curve before ending far too soon at her thighs. The hemline was reckless, teasing her legs with each movement, and when she turned, the sway of it left just enough imagination to undo him completely.

Dominic’s breath caught. His chest rose and fell with uneven rhythm, his eyes were torn between her face and the shameless allure of the dress.

The silence between them thickened, weighted by the heat of his stare and the quiet way she dared him to keep looking.

Dominic’s breath hitched, and this time he didn’t try to disguise it. The sound of it slipped through the speakers, raw and heavy.

His hand lifted, dragging over his jaw as if trying to ground himself, but his eyes were already darkened, locked on her.

"Celeste..." His voice was hoarse, reverent and wrecked at once. "Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?"

She tilted her head, the corner of her lips curving as she smoothed her palms down the length of the dress, deliberately slow, letting him watch the fabric ride higher on her thighs.

"Maybe I do," she whispered. "Maybe I want to see how far I can push you when you’re not here to stop me."

His chest heaved harder, a low groan escaping him. One of his hands slid out of view of the camera, but the tension in his shoulders gave him away. "God, Celeste... you’re perfect, and always worth it."

Her eyes sparkled as she stepped closer to the screen, lowering herself onto the edge of her bed. The dress barely covered her now, the hem scandalously high.

"Then show me," she murmured, her voice sultry. "Show me how much you want me, even if it’s only through this call."

Dominic dragged in a shaky breath, his hand now openly slipping beneath the frame of the camera. His jaw was tight, with his chest rising and falling with every uneven inhale. "You’re killing me, Celeste," he muttered, his voice rough and low, as his hand worked. "Look at you... God, I can’t even think straight."

Celeste leaned back on her bed, propping the phone where he could see her. The tiny dress rode even higher, exposing smooth lengths of thigh that made his throat work visibly. She let her fingers trail over her skin, teasing herself while her eyes never left his.

"Then don’t think," she whispered. "Just feel me... the way I’m feeling you right now."

He groaned. His head tipped back for a moment before he forced his gaze on her again, darker now, and hunger blazing. The movement of his arm betrayed him. His strokes were rough, desperate, and timed with the way her breath started to catch.

Their voices tangled through the speakers, each soft gasp and ragged moan feeding the other.

Celeste’s back arched, and her legs lifted, positioning themselves perfecrly so he could see her entrance as her fingers slipped higher beneath the hem of the dress. The camera caught the way her body trembled.

Dominic swore under his breath, his pace quickening, his free hand gripped the edge of the couch as though he could anchor himself to it.

"Say my name," he demanded, voice breaking.

"Dominic..." she breathed, the sound half-moan, and a half-prayer.

It unraveled him. His groans deepened, ragged, and filled her room through the speaker. She matched him, her movements faster now, both of them falling into a rhythm only they could create. It was raw, and unrestrained, as if the distance between them had ceased to exist.

"Come with me," he growled, his eyes locked on hers. "Now, Celeste—now."

Her cry broke free the same moment his groan did, two voices colliding through the phone, echoing each other’s release.

She collapsed back onto the sheets, her chest heaving, while on the other end Dominic pressed his forehead to the laptop, utterly spent.

For a long beat, neither spoke, only the sound of their breaths filling the silence. Then, in a hoarse whisper, Dominic murmured, "I swear... if you were here, I wouldn’t have let you out of my arms all night."

Celeste smiled. "We can start all over again."

Dominic grinned. It was a yes from him.