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“Long enough to keep a tally of how many times you’ve come to the thought of me inside you.”
My face burns as my hands curl into fists. “Okay, you can leave now. I’m calling the police. Goodbye.”
I slam the window shut, and when he leans back with arms folded against the tree, I make a show of dialing on my phone.
I can’t make out the features of his face beneath the mask, but I know his lips are curled up into a smirk.
He takes the hint and saunters away into the darkness.
A small, masochistic part of me is disappointed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
SAINT
Keepingmy hands off Briar all weekend was hell. Now that I’ve felt her, gotten a taste of her, she’s more ingrained in my brain than I thought possible. Every inch of her is perfection.
As soon as I’m in my office, I turn on my desktop to monitor the feeds from the cameras I planted in her house.
Tonight, she’s wearing a white silk negligee, surprisingly sensual for sleeping, and my mouth waters. Her legs are tucked under her, a thick tome open on her lap and phone resting on the comforter beside her.
You look beautiful in white.
She’ll be even more beautiful in her wedding gown.
A smug smirk plays across my muse’s lips when her phone pings. She drops the book and quickly types a response.
I look better when I come.
She drops the phone, and I’m about to type back a response when she grabs her pillow and straddles it.
I hunch forward, cock pulsing.
Slowly, she inches the negligee further up her thigh, revealing the lace panties underneath.
Her breath hitches as she grinds against the pillow between her legs.
“That’s it, muse,” I breathe. “Good girl.”
When a ringtone splits the silence in my office, I jump.
Zayden’s name flashes across my screen while Briar grinds against the pillow. But Zayden doesn’t call unless it’s something important, and he won’t stop calling until I answer.
“Fuck.” I swipe my thumb across the screen. “Can’t talk right now.”
“I need a favor,” Zayden blurts, ignoring me. On my computer screen, Briar tips her head back and moans. My cock stiffens as my balls clench.
“What is it?” I hiss.
“Can you read my latest chapter? I’ve reread it five times now, and I’m not sure about?—”
“Yes, that’s fine. Send it. I need to go.” On my screen, Briar is riding her pillow like it’s my face, and I’m frothing at the mouth. I need my hands on her.Now.
“Great. I’ll email it to?—”
“Email it. Fax it. Text it. Send it via carrier pigeon. Whatever you need to do.”
“Why are you breathing like that?”
