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Me:Occasion?
Fraud:Casual.
Me:A little birdie just told me you like to watch…
Fraud:I do.
Fraud:[Attached: reginetta_hall.mp4]
Fraud:[Attached: reginetta_bed.mp4]
I hit play on the first video and almost drop the phone. It’s a clip of the time I masturbated in his bed with his bow tie. And there’s the answer to my long-held question. Not only did he watch, he freaking recorded me. Right there from outside the bedroom door.
Why do my cheeks still burn even after all this time, after all that’s happened between us?
The second video is footage of the night I masturbated in the hallway in front of the surveillance camera for him to see.How did I forget about this?
Silly me. While I thought I was antagonizing him, I was actually playing right into his kink.
Me: Did you get hard watching me that night?
Fraud: Painfully.
Me: Did you come?
Fraud: Hard.
Fraud:Then the night after. Then the night after that…
Me: Perv.
Fraud: Only for you. You’re my favorite bedtime story.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“Are you calling me a wimp?”
Tillie
THE CAR SERVICE LEAVESme in the parking lot of a poorly lit nook in a quiet, dodgy-looking neighborhood, and I’m immediately flung back to that night at the butcher shop in the dark alley.
As instructed, I jog up to the narrow, two-story, burglar-barred building and ring the buzzer. A few seconds later, a heavily tattooed, thickset man opens the door, granting me access.
“Upstairs,” he rumbles. “Blue door.”
With a nod and a “Thanks,” I take the creaky stairs up to the second floor and knock when I find the blue door.
It swings open a second later, revealing Saint.
Just seeing his face, remembering how he felt inside me this morning, has me blushing like I never have before in my life. “Hey.”
He loops one long arm around my waist and pulls me in. Drop a kiss to my lips. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I say again like an idiot.
He nuzzles my neck. Sniffs me. Nips my ear. Nibbles on my skin.
All while my heart squeals from happiness.
