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I will not creep up the ladder and peep at her like a bloody pervert.

But, God, I want to. I want to so badly it takes me another second to process the next thing that happens.

A low moan drifts through the window. Then a louder, higher-pitched noise.

Is she hurt? Has she fallen? What if she’s slipped in the shower and she’s been calling out for someone to come help her? Of course, there’s no one there. She’s all alone. Her friends and family are hundreds of kilometres away.

I hesitate another agonising moment before another moan decides me. I have a key. I could let myself in. But if I’m wrong, if she’s not in trouble, that will freak her the fuck out.

No. I’ll just climb to the top of my ladder and check first. Before I barge in like an intruder. I’ll just make sure.

The last few rungs take my head above the window ledge. As soon as I’m there, I realise what a fucking idiot I am. She’s not hurt. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with Mia Sinclair.

In fact, at the moment, there’s every goddamn thing right about what I see through the window. There she is, naked and beautiful, just like I pictured her. Her dark nipples peaked and taut. Streams of water run over her shoulders and down her body to where she has her leg propped up on the edge of the bath. Her hand flutters over her pussy, rubbing at her clit. I’ve just about died and gone to heaven.

Holy fuck.

What I wouldn’t give to be allowed to touch her that way. Or to be allowed to watch until she makes herself cum instead of sneaking around outside her house. To be allowed to hold her while her body convulses and spasms with pleasure. While she moans and clutches at my hand and whispers my name.

Jesus, I’m so fucking hard I’m aching. I threw on my jeans and shirt when I got back to my truck and my cock presses angrily against the fly. I lean just a little further, hoping to see a little more, get a little closer.

Then Mia’s eyes open and she stares straight at me. Straight at me peering at her over her window ledge while she showers.

Shit!

I try to straighten, but leaning over unbalances the ladder. My sudden movement tips it completely and I clutch at the sill. It’s not enough to straighten the ladder. It slips out from under my feet and I’m left dangling.

That’s what I get for making dumb choices. For being the guy who creeped on Mia as she touched herself in the shower. I know one thing, though. Even if I fall and break my leg, it’ll be worth it. That vision will live on in my memory until my dying day.

“Luke!” Mia’s small wet hands clutch my arms.

I get a stronger grip on the sill and somehow, we manage to get me up and over and into her bathroom.

“Oh my god, Luke! Are you OK?”

I’ve somehow won the lottery. Mia Sinclair is standing in front of me, wet and naked and enticing, asking me if I’m OK! My mouth opens, but absolutely nothing comes out for way too long. God, I’m just making this worse, ogling her like a weirdo. I should look away. Only I can’t. If this is the only opportunity I have to take in every graceful line and the exact colour of her perfect skin, I’d be even stupider than I look to waste it.

Finally, she looks down at herself and back up at me with an adorable little lopsided grin that turns into a giggle. “Um...” She fumbles with her hands, clearly undecided about whether to cover her chest or her pussy.

The words spill from me before I can stop them. “Y-you’re beautiful.”

She freezes, hands hovering over her breasts. “I am?”

I nod, mouth dry and heart pounding in my chest. My cock has recovered from his near death experience and is also vying for my attention. I fumble on. “I mean, you were always beautiful. Even when we were kids, but fuck, Mia. Now? Now you might be the prettiest bloody thing I ever saw.”

I should be apologising for spying on her. For creeping up a ladder and watching her at the most inappropriate of times. Instead, all I can do is blurt out more and more words and make it worse.

Only maybe I didn’t make it worse. Mia flings herself at me. Her arms wind around my neck and her wet body is plastered to mine. Her hot, demanding mouth covers mine and she kisses me so passionately there’s nothing I can do for a long moment but surrender to it.

It’s like that night ten years ago and, once again, I’m completely hers. Her lips move against mine, her breath is sweet and her tongue darts into my mouth to play with mine. I groan. Her slim curves press up against me in just the right way to make me mad, and I’m ashamed to say my hand slides down the slope of her waist and over her ass to haul her even closer.

“You remembered!”

Did she think I forgot? Not a fucking chance. “’Course I remembered. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw you again.” Then I remember her fiance. “Fuck. I’m sorry.”

She frowns up at me. “What for? Oh, God, do you have a girlfriend?”

“No!” I take a breath and regulate my tone. “No. Nothing like that. But you... you’re engaged.”

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