Page 59 of Tempt Me

I turned toward him, his pants buttoned again, his belt sliding into place. His beautiful face looked as free as I felt. I opened my mouth to speak, but he pulled his shirt off, making me clamp my lips shut.

He wiped his come off of me, turning me and undoing the tight knots of the camera strap. I rubbed my arms once freed from the binds. My pussy throbbed with the absolute full-body orgasm I had just experienced.

He walked over to a few cars away, headed to a black vehicle with way too dark-tinted windows, opened the door with a key, and pulled out a bag. He returned, digging his hands inside the duffle and pulling free a shirt and a jacket out of the leather bag. I couldn’t move. I just stared at him.

He smiled, throwing the button up over my shoulders and placing the jacket in my hands. He leaned down and kissed my hair, holding my face and brushing his thumb over my cheek.

“Enjoy your recordings, Little Voyeur. I will see you tomorrow.”

I tried to speak, but my voice was hoarse, and a squeak snuck out that wasn’t coherent.

I stood there watching him walk to his car, get in, and drive away.

The heat in my body was buzzing around my skin, and my legs were still a bit wet. Fuck, they felt like gelatin. I pulled the shirt tighter around my shoulders, my heat dissipating with his absence.

Finally, I reached up to the top of the hood and grabbed my camera. The image of his hauntingly beautiful green eyes was frozen on the screen as I turned it off.

I held my camera to my chest.

What the fuck am I doing?

Twenty One

Conceal: to hide or change the appearance of an object.

They always find me.

Class had been canceled today, and the TV in my shitty apartment was blaring about a woman who was murdered in the woods. The college’s dean emailed the whole school—staff and students.

The email said: ‘For safety reasons, school will be canceled until further notice. Police are running an open investigation to find out what happened to the young woman in the woods.’

The murder happened on the school grounds. They wanted to keep a close eye on everyone in the area and were questioning students who resided at the dorms on campus.

I threw my flaming hot orange chips at the screen, irritated that this dead woman was making me miss seeing my sneaky little watchful sinner.

I thought about the way Fallon tasted. Her fucking body, all those curves, and the thickness of her delicious ass damn near had me panting.

I leaned into the couch and closed my eyes, my hand trailing down my stomach.

“Eww… you perv. Can’t you jerk that thing in private?”

My eyes snapped open to Tick-Tock fucking Joe sneering at me, and my dick deflated faster than a balloon.

“Well, I gotta say, big boy, I can see why you and your identical brothers were the kings of the ol’ hellhole.”

I smacked toward his ghost and covered my dick with a pillow.

“This is my home, you assfuck. You come here, bitching about privacy, and then hit on my penis. Were you always this cooked, or am I just unlucky?”

He laughed, his gruff smoker-sounding voice sending him into coughing fits.

Catching his breath, I got up from the couch and pulled up my hoodie. “Sorry, Sonny, I am not as young as I once was.”

The man who tormented my family and me by calling me Sonny made me want to kill him again.

“Good, does that mean you’ll die again and leave me the fuck alone?” I said, clutching my pillow.

“You wish,” he said with a wink and walked toward me.

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