Page 5 of Stalking My Stalker

No. Not my Ali. Not my innocent Ali.

“Yup. Breaking and entering. You caught me.” I’m lying, and she knows it.

“So you’re a thief?” A question and accusation simultaneously.

She’s wearing black yoga pants and a baggy black sweater. I guess she figured she’d be less noticeable, but she’s still unbearably sexy.

“No. I’m not a thief.”

“Well, why would you break into someone’s place then?” She’s messing with me. We haven’t even exchanged names for formality’s sake. It’s a game of cat-and-mouse, and she’s trying to get something out of me. Or tell me something without saying it.

“It’s complicated,” I reply.

“Was it like…a sex thing?”

Her question jolts me. Did she really just ask me that? Ali? My naïve, virgin Ali?

“What do you mean?”

She shrugs and brushes her hair out of her face. “Just something I heard once. Girls with a kink where they get their man to ‘break in’ at night and have sex with them while they pretend to be asleep.”

I can barely contain myself. Is she saying what I think she’s saying?

It seems there is more to my Ali than I knew.

“I hadn’t heard of that,” I reply, my voice low.

She nods, tossing her hands up. “People like what they like, right?”

All I can do is slowly nod. Last night, when I found Ali on her back, wearing no clothes whatsoever, it took every ounce of strength I have not to bury my cock between her legs. I stopped myself because I was trying to do the right thing. Be a moral man for once. But is she quietly telling me she wanted me to do that?

“And we shouldneverkink shame anyone either, right?” she asks, eyeing me like a coy kitten.

“Of course not.”

Her dazzling green eyes catch the glint of the setting sun. It’s as though she’s glowing from within. I want to snatch her up, bend her over the dumpster, and fuck her until her brain no longer works. Again, I clench my fists hard, feeling the skin break on my right palm.

“Well.” She smiles. “I should go. Going to bed early tonight. See you.”

My eyes close, and a storm rages in my chest as she passes and I get another lungful of her scent. God help me. If Ali was saying what I think she was saying, tonight is going to be the greatest night of my life. A night neither of us will ever forget.

“Yeah,” I mutter. “See you.”

3

ALI

I can’t believehe caught me.

I feel so stupid. I broke my main rule. I got too close.

I couldn’t help myself. I desperately needed a closer look at the enigma of a man who’s been creeping into my bedroom and has seen me naked. And as I suspected, even hotter when he’s not shrouded in darkness. Mind-numbingly so. His face is gorgeous and somehow harsh, which perfectly matches his raw enormity. His muscles, massive and sculpted, strained the seams of his suit jacket and shirt. He could no doubt lift me up with one arm if he wanted to. When he looked at me, his smoldering eyes made me feel like I was the center of the world. And he moved with such unfaltering confidence it was as though the entire universe warped to make room for him.

And then there was his voice. Strong and firm like the foundation of a skyscraper but with a hint of sweetness, like a teaspoon of honey poured into strong coffee. Then there was the gun on his waist.

I don’t know why, but that was a major turn-on. Guns are clearly dangerous, but there’s something about a clearly capable man with one that’s…exciting?

This is utterly shameful. My stalker should terrify me.

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