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After pizza and a little wine—fine, so a lot of wine—I’m feeling a nice buzz as I walk to my bedroom.
I’m brushing my teeth when an obnoxious high-pitched chirp has me sticking my head in the bedroom. The smoke detector flashes red, meaning the batteries need to be replaced. Lovely.
I walk downstairs and rummage through the junk drawer, finding batteries and returning to my bedroom. Scooting a chair I never use other than draping semi-clean clothes on it, I climb up and twist off the smoke detector cover. I fumble and bumble, dropping the batteries twice, but eventually get them changed out. I go to twist the cover back on when something catches my eye. It’s a tiny black cube I’ve never noticed before, with a circle in the center.
Understanding dawns on me, and I’m so fucking enraged as I twist the smoke detector cover back on. Hopping out of the chair, I march to my dresser and grab my vibrator.
Fabio wants a show? I’ll fucking give him one.
Fabio
I was worried Katerina noticed the spy camera in her smoke detector, but that bottle of wine she just pounded by herself probably had something to do with it. Her back is now to the camera, and I nearly fall out of my chair when I watch her pull her vibrator out of her dresser drawer.
I shouldn’t torture myself, but I’m going to anyway. I sprint to the bedroom and get nice and comfy, propping up my phone on a pillow as I take out my already hard dick. Katerina looks mad for some reason as she strips out of her tank top and pants. Fuck, she’s even more gorgeous than I remembered. Long and lithe limbs; beautiful tits with those rosy nipples peaked to perfection; cute little bubble butt I wish I could sink my teeth into right now; neatly manicured pussy I’d love to run my tongue through just one more time.
She lays down on her bed, spreading those legs at the perfect angle for the hidden camera as she brings the purple wand to her clit. I squeeze my dick to the point of pain. “That’s it, you bad fucking girl.”
I turn up the volume to full sound, and her throaty little moans fill my empty bedroom. Dammit, she should be here in my bed, with me coaxing those sexy sounds from her plump lips. She works the vibrator back and forth, and I move my hand faster.
“Oh, Gavin!” she moans loudly, her entire body shaking, and I’ve never had my dick go flaccid faster than it does now. “Oh, yes, right there, Gavin! Fabio never fucked me as good as you. Keep going! Oh God, this is what a real man feels like! Fuck, yes!”
Katerina saw the camera, and she’s fucking with me. I know she is, but tell that to my fist that’s already pounded a hole through the plaster of my bedroom wall.
“Oh, fuck yes! Gavin, I’m coming!” Her body arches off the bed as she comes all over her vibrator.
She props herself up on her elbows, fire in her eyes and chest heaving as she looks straight at the camera. “Fabio, you want to watch me get off while I’m thinking about any man other than you? Be my guest.” She hops out of bed, storming to the bathroom and slamming the door so hard I’m amazed it’s still on the hinges.
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
Fabio
Katerina has a way of getting under my skin like no other woman…and I don’t fucking like it. After spending the better part of the day stalking Gavin and nearly putting a bullet in his head, I had to call in one of my soldiers to sub in for me so I could go home and calm the fuck down.
Didn’t work, but here I am, holding my date’s hand tighter as I lead her through The Diamond casino floor. I’ve lost the upper hand, and I need to get it back, and fast.
Katerina smiles politely at us, as if I didn’t just watch her squirt all over her vibrator last night. As if I didn’t have to jerk my dick this morning thinking about it; except in my fantasy, it was my name she screamed after I whipped her pussy for being such a bad girl. “Good evening. I’m Katerina. You two interested in a game?”
“Have a seat,” I tell my date. I don’t say her name, because honestly, I can’t remember it.
“I don’t know how to play.” She pouts, tossing her purse on the table.
“Miss, no personal items on the table, please,” Katerina says.
“Why?” My date huffs.
“House rules,” Katerina says politely but firmly.
I grab her purse and shove it in her lap before we’re asked to leave the table. Handing her some chips, I place mine in the betting circle. “You have to put the chips in your circle,” I tell her. My blackjack knowledge is elementary at best, but I’m not here to win…at least not this game.
“But I want to keep them,” she protests.
“You have to bet, or you can’t sit at the table,” Katerina explains.
“Fine by me. Let’s go.” She whines. “I’m hungry.”
