Page 11 of My Modern Viking Stalker

“You don’t need to pick me up at work. We can just meet up at my place. I’ll need to freshen up when I get off work.”

I take a step closer, ignoring her warning glare, and palm her cheek, brushing my fingers gently against her soft skin. “I don’t mind waiting.”

“But…”

“That creep could come back anytime.” He won’t.I made sure of that. “I don’t want you to be alone with him if he does.”

“But the cops said that he is missing.” And for his own sake, he better stay missing.

“Please, let me pick you up.” I am not above begging.

Her eyes narrow on mine suspiciously, and I can tell she doesn’t know what to make of me, but seeing as she doesn’t exactly have time to argue, she simply nods.

I let go of her and move aside to let her through. I stay back to compose myself and get my cock under control before following. She doesn’t spare me a glance as I leave, and it doesn’t bother me.

All this – me – is probably a lot for her to handle. Yesterday, I was just some guy to her, a stranger not worthy of a second glance, while to me, she’s everything. She became everything the second I set eyes on her, and soon, I will be too.

When I leave the shop, I don’t go to my usual spot but instead get in my car and drive off. My cock is hard and throbbing in my pants, calling for relief, but it’s evident that I can’t have her, at least not yet.

It takes me a few minutes to arrive at my destination, but I park my car a few blocks from the building. The walk is unbearable, and, with my hard one tenting my pants, it’s becoming hard to hide. I manage to get to the elevator without anyone noticing me, which is a miracle in itself as I am a pretty big guy.

Breaking into her apartment is easier than it was the first time I broke in because I’ve since made a key to aid in that. The room is filled with memories of last night, and that is enough to send another ache to my balls.

Her apartment smells like her. It’s nothing like the real thing but close enough. I make my way to her bedroom, but hesitate before I go in.

I am trying to be normal for her. If I go into this room, and she finds out, everything will be over. But how can I resist the temptation?

I take the step into her room, my hands are steady as I take a step towards her bed. The sheets are changed from last night when I laid her flat on her bed and licked every inch of her body.

I can still taste her on the tip of my tongue.

The room is filled with her scent, and I can’t fight the urge to grab her pillow and shove it to my face. My cock throbs as her sweet, strawberry scent reminds me of the real thing. I lower my zip and take out my cock.

Normal. I am anything but.

This is a line that I can’t,I shouldn’t, cross, but her scent is intoxicating. Driving me out of my senses. I use the pre-come to jerk my cock, and I know that I won’t last long. I can’t, not when it comes to her.

All it takes is two strokes, and I am coming in my hand, stars exploding in my eyes, but I don’t… It feels empty.

Before I can question it, there is a distinct sound of the door opening, and I freeze.No fucking way!

Either April decided to leave work earlier than I had anticipated, or there is an intruder in her house. Well, another intruder other than me.

I’d take the latter any time of the day. April is not ready to meet his version of me.

But it appears she is just about to.

CHAPTER SEVEN

April

“So, did you shave?”

I splutter. What in the actual living hell?

I glare at Bella, but her eyes are on the shelves, stocking a new batch of cakes. She is used to my glare, and it doesn’t really scare her like it used to when we first started working together.

“What the hell do you mean?” I ask.

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