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I groan, adjusting the tent forming in my jeans as I picture Vanessa on her back and pleasuring herself.

Who was she thinking of while she used it? Was it me?

Bringing the hollowed-out silicon notch of the vibrator to my nose, I inhale deeply, desperate to catch a whiff of her arousal. It’s there, faint, but there, and it’s causing my hardening dick to ache like no other.

The images play out in my head like a porno made specifically with me in mind.

Vanessa lies naked on the bed with her wild hair fanned out around her. Her nipples are stiff peaks, begging for attention. She spreads her firm thighs, exposing her dripping pussy. Her hand snakes between her breasts, sliding over her torso, before moving lover between her legs. She toys with her clit using her vibrator, whispering my name on her sweet lips.

Fuuuck!

I hiss, fisting myself through my jeans and ready to explode if I travel down this fantasy a second longer. With how ramped up I am over a few fleeting thoughts of Vanessa pleasuring herself, you’d think I was a virgin experiencing sex for the first time.

Groaning, I will myself to calm down. If I’m coming at all tonight, it will be with her, not my hand.

Whelp. That settles it. With Vanessa gone, I had every intention of leaving here after snooping around, but now I’m staying put.

Psyche will have to come back to her apartment eventually, and I’ll be here to welcome her home when she does.

CHAPTER SEVEN

VANESSA

It’s well past ten at night when my shift ends. I yawn into my hand as I make my way to the front door. George holds it open for the remaining staff before locking up for the night.

“Night, George,” I say in a tired voice.

“Goodnight. Stay vigilant on your way home,” George says, reminding me there’s someone on the loose abducting women from campus.

With a little wave, I say goodbye to the rest of my colleagues and exit the deli and head straight home. A shower and sleep are the only remaining tasks of my long day.

My feet drag as I take the steps to the second floor and down the hall to my apartment. I unlock my door, stepping inside to a dark apartment. With a tired sigh, I lock the door behind me, slumping against it.

What a day. What was supposed to be a low-key Saturday, getting my bike fixed and working a full shift, turned into a road race with a one-percent biker and a food fight with my ex in the deli.

I’ve had worse weekends, but this was certainly the most eventful. As scary as it was to be chased by a potentially dangerous man on a motorcycle, it was nice to feel desired by a ruggedly handsome stranger, if only for a fleeting moment.

Not bothering to turn on the lights, I kick off my sneakers, too tired to line them up on the shoe rack by the door like I normally would. Tidying up can wait until tomorrow.

My apron comes off next, hanging it on the hook near the door. As I head towards the bathroom, I pull my shirt over my head and unzip my pants. I turn on the bathroom light, throwing my clothes in the hamper, before heading out of the bathroom to grab some pajamas from my dresser to change into after my shower.

As I’m rummaging through my drawers, I hear a buzzing behind me.

What the…

I turn towards the noise and nearly leap out of my skin when I see an enormous shadow sprawled across my bed.

Scared shitless, I stagger back against the wall, my voice stuck in my throat. I’m shaking so damn hard my knees are knocking.

The buzzing stops. The silence that follows is deafening, making my nerves stand at attention.

Swallowing the lump of dread in my throat, I croak, “W—Who’s there?”

The buzzing starts again, taunting me, only to stop after a few seconds.

Is…is that my vibrator? Oh my word, why is someone playing with my vibrator?!

“Who are you?” I ask again with a squeak in my voice.