Relief swept through me. He was taking this seriously. I pointed at his door. “Install a peephole camera. It connects to your phone so you can see who’s at your door without going near it.”
He hesitated before answering. “I’m not very good with installing electronics.”
I smiled. “No worries. If you say you want one, Michael will get it and install it. He’ll also set it up and show you how to use the app.”
He turned to me more fully and met my gaze for a long moment. “You’re really worried about this.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “My gut tells me something’s up. If it was random, they would have picked an apartment closer to the stairway for an easy escape. Your apartment is in the middle of the hallway.”
“But why would someone target me?” he asked, his brow creasing in confusion. “I’m no one important.”
You’re important to me. “It’s hard to say why people do the things they do. Stalkers pick their targets by criteria only they understand.”
His eyes widened in fear. “Wait. You think this is a stalker?”
When would I learn to keep my big mouth shut? “I’m not ruling it out,” I said carefully.
He let out a shuddering breath and leaned his head against my shoulder. “It doesn’t make sense. I barely know anyone in the City.”
I put my arm around him and pulled him close. “I know it doesn’t make sense. And maybe I’m wrong. Maybe they were high on something and randomly picked your door.” I kissed the side of his head. “Whatever it is, I’m going to get to the bottom of it. Okay?”
He nodded. “Okay.”
I rose and held out my hand. “Let’s go back to bed.”
He stood and looked me up and down. “You look smoking hot like that. Just jeans, no shirt, bare feet.” He ran his fingers through the hair on my chest. “Maybe you could take my mind off all this.”
My cock thickened as I slid my hand down to cup Greg’s ass.
“I could do that.” I picked up my gun and checked to make sure the safety was on again. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. “I want you to ride me.”
“You have the best ideas.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
GREG
I desperately needed Tony to make me forget about possibly having a stalker. When we got to my bedroom, my hands went to the button of his jeans, eager to release the thick cock they hid. I was glad I’d turned on the bedside lamp when I got up to look for Tony. I wanted to see everything.
Tony stilled my hands and said with a chuckle, “I got this, baby. You get the supplies.”
He set his gun on the nightstand and then unzipped his pants. I opened the drawer and took out the bottle of lube and a condom.
Once he was undressed, Tony settled himself in the middle of the bed with his back against the headboard and his hand stroking his thick cock. “Get yourself ready for me,” he said hoarsely.
I climbed onto the bed and dropped the lube and condom next to me. I knelt between his spread legs, my hand around my shaft, matching his rhythm. “I can’t wait to ride your fat dick.”
“Then prep that pretty hole for me,” he growled.
A shiver went up my spine at his words. I picked up the lube and poured a generous amount on my fingers. I locked my gaze with his while I reached behind myself to tap my entrance. Oncemy pucker was slick enough, I slid both fingers in, relishing the stretch and burn. A soft moan escaped me as I pushed in deeper, searching for that bundle of nerves that would send me flying.
Tony’s eyes were dark with lust. “That’s it, baby, ride those fingers. Push in another one.”
My eyes almost rolled back in my head at his demand. “Yes,” I hissed.
Adding a third finger nearly sent me over the edge. I took deep breaths and slowed my movements. I didn’t want to come until Tony’s cock was inside me. I was so caught up in my pleasure that I didn’t notice Tony moving until his hands were on my hips.
“That’s enough,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Ride my dick.”
