It tears through me like a fucking tornado. My hips shoot off the bed as a raging storm of an orgasm leaves me shaking all over. I work my fingers harder on my pulsing sex, drawing out the pleasure until I’m sensitive and wrung out, but the ache remains.
Once my body has calmed down, I bury my face in my pillow and scream, kicking my feet in frustration.
He’s a criminal. My client. A rebel.
I want him. But I can’t have him.
If I want to prove to my dad that women can be tough enough to do this job, and if I want to prove to myself that I have what it takes to be the best, then fraternizing with a client is the biggest no-no.
My cheeks flood with shame. I know better.
I resolve that tomorrow, I’ll move forward with this case like the professional I am.
Chapter Four
Trigger
The curtains are drawn, but I can still see her silhouette as she moves around her apartment. I’ve been here for nearly two hours, seated on my bike in a dark corner across the street from her place, content to just watch her.
The way one would watch a target.
Except she’s not a mark. At least, not one I need to take out anyway.
From this spot, I have an unobstructed view of her apartment. The apartment of the woman I’ve allowed myself to grow obsessed with. I scoff at the thought as it slips in. I didn’t allow myself shit. Maeve simply plummeted into my life with the grace of a bulldozer. Tore through all the walls I had erected around myself. I can’t figure out why it was so easy for her to do what so many failed to achieve.
There has to be a more normal way to find answers than simply watching the woman’s apartment like a creep. It’s sick and it’s twisted to watch her the way I do. She would probably drop my case and report me if she found out what I’m doing, except she’ll never find out.
I’ve never once been caught by a target. People see me when I want them to. Spending half of your adult years in the Marines and the other half in prison will do that to a man.
I wonder if my pretty little touch-starved kitten would be so fierce about protecting me if she knew the way I’ve been stalking her.
She promised to do her best.
And she said it with such arrogant certainty that I couldn’t help but be charmed. Fucking hell, but I want her. Desperately. Fiercely.
Something catches my attention, pulling me from my thoughts, and I look up to spot the woman of my dreams stepping out onto the balcony wearing sleeping pants and a thin top that reveals the shape of her tits and the tiny beads of her nipples. At the sight, all of my blood rushes south. But as I continue to watch her, hair spilling down her shoulders in a golden tumble and the moonlight dancing on her skin, I realize that it isn’t all sexual.
Her eyes are closed and lips parted slightly as she breathes in the night, oblivious to the beast watching her from the shadows. Good God, she’s beautiful. Every curve, every line steals my breath away.
No, it’s not all sexual. I don’t fall for women just because they have a nice pair of tits. In fact, I haven’t been with a woman in years. After what happened last time, it’s been hard for me to trust a woman enough. Until now.
Now, I want her. All of her.
My eyes stay locked on her form as I palm my cock in a need to alleviate the pressure, but it’s useless, so I unzip my jeans and take myself out, groaning at the feeling of the chilly night air against my skin. I can’t take my eyes off her. Not even tolook around to make sure that no one’s watching me. My breath comes in a ragged hiss as I start to stroke my cock, using my precum to slick the movement.
It’s wrong, dirty, and especially careless for me to jerk off in the open where I could be arrested and sent back to prison, but as I watch her, I find that I don’t care.
I see nothing but her.
“Maeve,” I choke out, nothing more than a gasped whisper that disappears in the wind, but her head whips up, almost as if she’s heard me. There’s no way she can see me in the shadows. I run my palm up and down my cock as I watch her peer into the darkness before turning her gaze back up to the sky.
Maeve Halloway has awoken something inside of me. A beast desperate to mate. A need to possess and claim her like I’ve never wanted to do with another woman before. I snarl into the night as I fuck my fist, faster, envisioning her sweet pussy taking me into her warmth. My hips jerk violently with every stroke until my vision is blacking out along the edges, until the voice in my head is chanting for me to cross the street. To walk into that building and seek out my woman. To touch her and sate this deep hunger in me.
I bite down a growl as the muscles of my stomach clench painfully before releasing in a rough shudder. The orgasm robs me of my breath and senses. It roars out of me, spilling endlessly into my palms and all over my bike’s seat. I watch her through it all, fisting my cock until I’m drained and my muscles turn to mush. I grab the wipes I carry with me and clean up before tucking my cock back into my jeans.
Maeve looks up and down the street before rubbing her hands along her arms to fight off the evening chill. With a last look at the sky, she slowly walks back into her apartment and closes thebalcony doors behind her, all the while oblivious to the obsessed beast watching her from the shadows.
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