My strokes became faster, my back arching off the bed as the weight of my desire sears through me like an electric current. My lungs seize, my limbs quivering.
“So beautiful…” Zane whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and lust.
I have never felt so sexy in my entire life.
“Oh god!” My exclamation tears out on a ragged breath, and I press my thighs together against the pounding ache in my core.
I want him so badly, I tremble with the need, but I’m also afraid of what will happen when we finally touch.
The longing, the desperate, clawing sexual tension that’s been brimming from the very moment I read his first note crashes over me, turning my blood into liquid desire coursing to every throbbing cell in my body.
“Don’t stop,” he says, the desperation in his voice urging me faster. “Spread your legs. Wider.”
I hear my pulse roaring in my ears as I part my thighs further. I smooth the silky wetness over my clitoris, into the short, neatly trimmed strip of hair on my mound. I rub my clit in slow circles, then slide my finger in again. His deep moan of pleasure echoes through my veins, pushing me closer to the edge.
Being like this for him, my legs open, my pussy exposed and gleaming wet while he watches through a camera—the naughtiness of it—turns me on more than anything ever has. In the past few days, I have bolder with him than I ever have with anyone else, and that knowledge makes me feel oddly safe.
My thighs tense, my back arching off the bed, as my orgasm wounds tight inside me, ready to spring and uncoil me from the inside out. I let out a small cry of frustration, my hips buckling as the pressure builds to an unbearable hilt.
“Let go, little mouse,” Zane prompts, his voice sounding a little breathless. “Come for me now.”
My body suddenly tenses up, a silent scream tearing through me as the pressure finally breaks. My orgasm moves through me in a way I wasn’t prepared for…sharp,overwhelming, all-consuming. I gasp, my whole body going slack afterward, a comforting warmth spreading all over my body I sink into the mattress.
For a moment, there’s only the sound of both of us breathing. Mine, sated…his, sharp. Then I hear him let out a long, feral grunt, low and unguarded.
“Fuck…” he growls under his breath, then lets out a deep throaty moan.
Oh my God, did he….?
“Did you come too?” I ask shyly, heat creeping up my cheeks in the dark.
“Yes, little mouse,” he answers, his voice rough. “Harder than I ever have.”
Another wave of pleasure ripples through me at his words. I press my lips together to hold down the giggle bubbling in my chest and instead settle for a satisfied smile.
“Now tuck yourself in for me, angel. Go to sleep.”
I smile even harder as I pull the covers over myself. I curl onto my side and close my eyes, sinking into the relaxed heaviness settling over me.
I haven’t felt this good in a long time. Maybe ever.
My apartment suddenly doesn’t feel so empty anymore. I don’t feel so alone.
“You can turn the other cameras back on,” I murmur, just before sleep pulls me under.
There’s a pause, then, “Sweet dreams, little mouse. I’ve got you.”
For the first time in a long while, I believe it—I’m safe.
Chapter Five
Georgia
Mick’s apartment smells like damp soil and lemon cleaner, which is odd, because it usually smells like liquor and smoke from his notorious parties.
I stand just inside the door with my bag still on my shoulder, watching him move through the space with the distracted focus of someone who’s about to leave town. He’s pointing out plants as he goes while I read through theverydetailed instructions he just handed me. I know he only has me here because his usual housesitter just had a baby, but I still appreciate his trust in me. I have worked for him for nearly five years—basically since the moment I turned 18—and this job has given me opportunities I could have never dreamed of.
“There are schedules on the fridge,” he says, tapping a neat list with his finger. “They’re color-coded. Please don’t improvise.”
