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Clara: I don’t. Tell me.
Me: Because I couldn’t look away or turn off my phone, even if someone held a gun to my head.
Clara: So, you wanted to watch me.
Me: Ineededto watch you.
Seconds tick by, and my heart is beating so hard, my vision is hazy.
Clara: I thought I was bad for your health.
Me: You are. Doesn’t mean I care a bit about my health.
Suddenly, my camera app alerts me to movement, but I ignore it, waiting for her reply.
Clara: Look at the camera.
I do as she says, and I find her in the middle of my bed with her hand between her legs. She is wearing a large white tee, and her panties are pushed to the side, revealing just a hint of her center. Instantly, my cock swells, and everything goes tight. My body vibrates with lust, a heaviness sits on my chest, and I know this is the moment when I can turn the camera off and ignore her…or watch what I so desperately want to see.
Yet I go for option three.
I hit her contact, and her voice is deep when she answers. “Mmm-hmm?”
Fuck me, she sounds like sin, and I am ready to punch my one-way ticket straight to hell.
My voice is gravelly as I say, “Take your hand offmypussy, Clara.”
She takes in a deep breath before asking, “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” I say, squealing out of the parking lot. “If you’re going to come in my bed, it’ll be from the pleasure I give you.”
CHAPTER 14
Clara
Riggs hangs up without another word, and I still the movements of my hands. I should be disappointed in myself for being so damn wet between my thighs, but I can’t help it when it comes to him.
“Take your hand offmypussy, Clara.”
His? Holy shit. Did he actually say that to me? He did, and the gush of my arousal around my fingers proves how much his words affected me.
“If you’re going to come in my bed, it’ll be from the pleasure I give you.”
I didn’t make that up or dream it. I heard it, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget his words. I’m breathing hard, my body so tight, I feel as if my skin may rip at any moment. My heart is slamming inside my chest, my ribs aching from how my heart is trying to escape.
He’s coming home.
To me.
Thank God.
A bubble of laughter leaves my lips as I wiggle in the bed. I don’t care that he has cameras; it’s understandable, especially when he has different people watching his dogs. But it pissed me off that he didn’t tell me. When I’d realized he’d watched me in the bedroom, gone was my anger, replaced by pure lust. I know that’s a little cuckoo, but knowing he watched me come undone thrills me beyond belief. I’ve spent the last two days wondering why he didn’t want me. Why he felt I was so bad for his health. But truth be told, he wouldn’t watch me if he didn’t want me. I mean, he could—he’s a man with needs. But there was something in his voice that has me trembling with excitement.
Game on.
I hear his truck first, and my heart rattles in my chest as the anticipation burns through me. The dogs take off out of the room, barking and whining since they know he’s home. I squeeze my thighs together as the front door slams into the wall, shaking the cabin before I hear his voice.
“There are my boys.”
