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Pulling up the app, my heart lurches when I see it’s offline.

It is never offline—I control it.

Panic claws under my skin, and I loosen my tie. Neither Zee nor I have enemies who would want to hack our system. I don’t bother calling out in case something is wrong, as I don’t want to alert an intruder to my presence.

Sliding my phone into my pocket, I slip off my Stefano Bemer leather shoes and creep quietly toward mine and Zee’s wing. It’s where the safe room is located, and he would have taken the stray with him.

I don’t have a weapon and just have to hope the intruder doesn’t have a gun. I refuse to keep any in the house. Though I should alert my security team, they wouldn’t arrive for another ten minutes. Malachi is ex-military; I will send him an SOS if I need to.

A thump from upstairs has me moving faster, toward the sound, and I am halfway up the flight when Zee appears at the top.

“Fuck, move,” Zee hisses as he runs past me down the stairs, and I quickly follow behind him.

“Who the fuck broke in?” I ask as I race beside him, and he motions over his shoulder. Quickly glancing back, I see nothing but darkness behind me. As I hit the bottom step, I hear a voice.

“Don’t run from me, baby. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Stopping abruptly, I turn to see the fucking stray coming down the stairs swinging the fucking bat. The aqua glow of her mask covers her face, but I know it’s her, though the brunette hair throws me off.

“Why are you not running?” Zee asks, circling back around to me.

“Because I thought someone actually broke in.”

Zee snorts. “Be a good sport and play along. If she doesn’t catch me, I get to have my way with her.”

“And if she catches you?” I ask with a raised brow, and he smirks.

“I’ll have to get on my knees.”

“Then I suggest you run. I am not playing this game with either of you.”

With a shake of my head, I storm back up the stairs, past the stray who ignores my presence altogether.

Fuck my life. Seriously, fuck it. My cock is hard and the thought of being forced to my knees has me storming into my room and straight to my laptop. The screen comes to life, and I manually override the system, giving myself access to my app. Fucking Zee only locked me out of my phone app—he planned for me to walk into this mess.

Heading into my en suite, I press the button thatturns on the shower, already programmed to the temperature I like. After stripping off my suit, I place it in the hamper, where Ronny will have it sent out to be dry-cleaned.

When I step in, the heat relaxes my muscles, and images of the stray flash before my eyes. I don’t know why she is in my head. But I hate how I’m reaching for my cock and wrapping my hand around my length as I imagine her making Zee get to his knees and beg for her pussy. Fuck, now that is something I would watch. Stroking myself, I let my imagination take over—her in her mask, stripped bare as he eats her perfect little cunt with me watching. Her head falls backward as she grabs his hair and thrusts herself against his face, riding him for her own pleasure.

My balls go tight as I picture her forcing him to the ground so she can sit on his cock.

“Fuck,” I growl as I come.

My body shakes from how fast I let myself slide into pleasure. Zee—the prick—better beg for my cock tonight, no matter how much he fucks the stray.

Once I’m showered and in bed, I wonder if they would let me watch them. As quick as I think it, I shut the thought down. That would just complicate my life, and I can’t afford any distractions—no matter how much my cock would love it.

Chapter Eight

Aspen

Arlo’s advice about hooking up with Zeland has started to make a lot more sense, especially since staying with them will not be a permanent thing. Ridge isn’t overly pleased about the situation, and it is his house as well. I’m not a complete bitch, just a regular one.

Zeland is damn hot, and if I was at a club, I wouldn’t hesitate to have a one-night stand with him. So when we talked about making content for View4U, and he offered to be my test dummy, I figured why not, as long as he understands the score—it’s only for pleasure. I’m not one of those girls who becomes clingy; I won’t claim ownership over him. It’s simply lending each othera hand, so to speak. But then he went and made things more interesting: If I can catch him within half an hour, I can do what I want, but if he can outrun me, he gets to have his way with me.

The thirty minutes is almost up, and I realize I didn’t think this through well enough. He knows this house and the places he can go unnoticed, and I don’t know him well enough to predict where he’ll be hiding.

I’m slightly disappointed that Ridge didn’t want to join us and annoyed at myself for feeling that way. Maybe it’s because I have never been rejected by a man. Maybe “rejected” is too strong a word—dismissed is how Ridge makes you feel.

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