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Rochelle: Is that it? I’m surprised you’re not buying her a pony.

Alden: Why would I buy her a pony? She can’t keep it in the store.

I type back and smile, knowing that she won’t appreciate my humor.

Rochelle: Sometimes I don’t think you pay me enough to deal with you.

Alden: You love me. I know you do.

Rochelle: I’m buying myself something expensive.

Alden: I wouldn’t expect anything less.

Rochelle: It will be there.

Alden: Thank you.

Rochelle: Soon you won’t be able to afford all the IOUs that you’ve racked up.

Alden: That’s why I’ll just have to keep you employed until I’m dead, and then you can’t collect.

Rochelle: That’s just rude.

I chuckle and push open the door to one of the fifteen bedrooms. This one was converted long ago into what amounts to a convenience store. Everything is organized and brand new. We have clothing, toothbrushes and toothpaste, deodorants, pain medications, and more.

My mother loves hosting and wants to ensure that someone can stay the night if they’ve had too much to drink. Her side of the family is very kind, and I’ve never understood what her family saw in my father to force her into an arranged marriage with the bastard.

At least she didn’t know half the shit Father did. Rob and I have shielded her from the horrible stuff, and I’m the only one who knows about the young girl he brutally assaulted. That was the final straw for me. I knew he needed to die. No one else could bring him to justice, but I could, and I did. I was there that night for a purpose. I feel it in my heart. Father may have been my first kill, but he certainly won’t be my last.

Arms full, I head back to the room where I left Emily. For a split-second, I panic when I don’t see her, but the sound of the shower catches my attention before I can storm out to chase her down.

I place the items on the bed and glance at the finicky old door that doesn’t close all the way. A thin ribbon of steam swirls out from the two-inch gap. My feet move without a conscious thought. I’m usually not this reactive, but with Emily I can’t seem to help myself. I reach the door and peek through the gap.

My heart stops, and my body stiffens at the sight of Emily naked, running a sudsy washcloth over her body. I grip the edge of the door frame with one hand, while the other squeezes my throbbing cock through my pants.

She’s trying to kill me, I’m sure of it.

Emily hums softly and turns in my direction. Her hands rub circles over her breasts, leaving a line of white bubbles that makes me think of something else white on her chest.

I slowly lower my zipper and pull my cock out of my boxers. That first stroke is as sweet as it is painful. I’ve been pushing down my lust for days. Emily’s hand is devious, and I bite my lip hard when it slides between her legs.

She lets out a soft moan and a small jet of come flies from the tip and lands on the door. I don’t even care. I just pick up the pace. Emily grabs the top edge of the glass door with one hand and rubs her clit with the other.

My heart thuds loudly in my ears, pulse racing as I force myself to remain outside the door.

Emily’s moans get louder as her fingers dip between her thighs and start pumping. My grip tightens on my shaft, stroking myself in time to her naughty fingers.

Everything about her is erotic and dangerous in a delicate and sweet way. It’s a hard balance to explain or wrap my brain around, and yet…it’s captivating. She is captivating in every way.

My eyes never leave the crack in the door. I watch as she steps wider, giving me a better view through the thick steam that fogs the glass.

“Come for me,” I growl under my breath. “I want to see you come all over your fingers.”

She can’t hear me, but the order slips out anyway.

Her legs begin to shake, and I know she’s close. Releasing the doorframe, I yank my tucked shirt out, not a moment too soon. Emily throws her head back, mouth open as she comes, but it’s not just watching her pleasure herself that sends me over the edge. It’s the fact that she whispers my name.

“Alden…oh god yes…”