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Stop watching…my conscience says.

I don’t stop.

I pull out my cock.

If she’s going to come fantasizing about me, then I’m going to fuck my fist and come while enjoying the sultry show she’s unintentionally performing for me.

Precum leaks from the tip while I’m hard enough to pound nails. Or so I think until my not-so-innocent siren rolls over to her stomach and yanks the pillow between her legs. Straddling it with her body angled diagonally across the bed, she swirls her hips hard.

My dick throbs in my palm.

Hair falling in rivulets down her spine, she grinds her pussy back and forth. Tits and ass shaking with the rough movement, she rides the pillow like it’s my cock she’s bouncing on.

“Naughty little girl,” I grunt, spreading the moisture over my shaft and pumping it in time to her thrusts. Imagining I’m buried inside her warmth, I tighten my fist painfully and furiously stroke myself.

In my head, I’m bending her over, smothering her face into the pillow as I pound into her channel over and over. Her ass cheeks will be red from my harsh spanking.

On the screen, her upper body falls forward as she grinds and rubs while shaking uncontrollably.

My balls tighten at the same time her rhythm breaks.

“You’re close, aren’t you, filthy slut?” I rasp over my harsh panting. One, two, three, her body seizes. “Yes, come for me, Iris.”

Her hand shoves between her thighs, and she sags down, hips jerking.

The sight of her sends me over the edge. My seed spills all over my hand. Some of my cum land on my shirt as Iris convulses on the bed before stilling completely.

I’m not even inside her, yet it’s the hardest I’ve ever come.

As she lies there, a protectiveness rises within me to cuddle her.

I slam the iPad down. After several minutes, the fog clears. Clarity slides into place.

The way she reacts to me and after what just happened, that’s not a woman in love. My gut screams Iris can’t be a cheater, who’ll lust after another man while being engaged to another. It’s against her nature. Her pure core. I’ll bet my entire worth on it.

My sweet little rainbow is hiding something huge. It’s up to me to discover what so I can make her mine.

Because stealing Iris went from being anifto a matter ofwhen.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Iris

Last night I hid in my bedroom, hating letting Kian’s warning get to me.

I didn’t sleep until I heard him come home around two in the morning. Waited with bated breath when I felt him pause outside my door, hoping he’d knock and talk to me.

He never did.

Now, I know he’s going to avoid me. It’s Sunday, so I have no idea how he’ll accomplish that. I’d be crushed if he goes to work, especially if it’s to The Mirage. Filled with women desperate to have their sharp claws on him.

It’s supposed to be a gentlemen’s club. Yet both times I’ve been there, the place was crawling with women. If it wasn’t discreet and private, I’d leave a review.

Determined not to let Kian hightail out of the apartment, I wake up early at the crack of dawn. After quickly showering, I change into a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra with crisscross straps at the back. Tying my hair in a high ponytail, I grab themat, my phone, and walk toward the door. Yanking it open, I step out and smack into a wall.

No, a solid chest that smells of dark chocolate and musk.

Kian.

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