Blair is still lying in bed. But the covers are thrown off her body.

She’s wearing nothing but her underwear.

And her panties are pushed to one side. Because her hand is between her sweet thighs, moving rhythmically back and forth.

She’s touching herself.

Fuck.

A spasm of desire, like nothing I’ve felt in my life before, shoots through me.

She gasps and jerks upright.

Crap. She must’ve caught the flicker of movement.

And now we’re locking eyes.

I bolt away from the window, guilt spilling through me like lava.

How the hell am I going to explain to her that I wasn’t spying on her? That I wasn’t being some dirty old pervert?

I trudge around to the front door on heavy legs.

Shit, this is bad. After that sleazebag at her job as well? She’s gonna think I’m just like him.

Maybe I don’t have to face her right now.

I can just drop off the shopping bags inside the door.

Yeah, that’s a good idea.

I open the front door and slide them in.

Just as a light flicks on.

She’s standing in the doorway of the bedroom, wearing her jeans and shirt again.

I’m gonna try not to notice that the zipper is undone and I’m getting another glimpse of her lacy panties. Her lips are red and her cheeks are all pink. She’s a goddess. A tiny, womanly goddess. And my bear is scrabbling inside me, desperate to get at her.She’s aroused, it tells me.Ready.

No shit? If my rough ol’ face hadn’t just appeared at the window like an almighty pussy blocker, she’d be in her happy place right now.

Orgasming.

Damn, I’m trying so hard not to think of her sweet young pussy spasming in ecstasy. How it would feel if my cock happened to be buried in it at that exact same moment—

“I’m so sorry, Mr Johnson!” she gasps out.

“Zach—” I break off. I can’t exactly remind her to call me Zach when we’re in the middle of discussing her masturbatory habits.

“I promise it won’t happen again.”

I open my mouth and close it again.

I’d sure be sorry if Blair never touched her little pussy in my bed agai—.

Stop.

I need to quit with these dirty thoughts.