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He pumped into his hand. Long, hard strokes as his hips pushed forward. A guttural moan slipped from his throat, and my hand moved to my neck in shock. My pulse pounded beneath my fingertips.
I stood, watching Wyatt stroke himself, my name on his lips. It was wild. Wrong. Butsucha turn-on. I could feel myself get wet.
My throat was thick, but I stared directly at him. “Wyatt.”
His gaze whipped to mine, but he didn’t stop. The rich flecks of amber in his eyes darkened, and the sharp muscles of his jaw clenched.
He looked out of control, lost in his desire, and it wasmy namethat he was stroking himself to. I wanted to tear my dress apart and give myself to him based on that look alone. Wyatt continued staring through the mirror as his fist pumped and his thumb brushed over the head of his cock again.
“Wyatt.”
He groaned. His abs flexed, and I could see the veins in his forearms as he worked himself in long, smooth strokes. “Again.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Say my name again.”
I bit back a smile and swallowed. “Wyatt.”
“Oh fuck.” His head fell back as his strokes became harsh and frantic. He was close. I wanted to see him finish—to see him come apart with my name on his lips as I watched the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on stroke his long, thick cock.
My fingertips found the hem of my dress and brushed up my thigh, but I didn’t move from the doorway. Grazing over the fabric of my underwear, I knew they would be damp. Wyatt’s eyes landed on the spot between my legs where my dress hid me from him, but my hand disappeared. My other hand skated across my hard nipples.
God, I want his mouth there. Everywhere.
My whole body was burning up. I wanted to feel him, every delicious inch, as he moved over me and split me open with that monster cock.
His back muscles rippled, and I knew he must be dangerously close.
“Again, Lark. Say it again.” Wyatt’s voice was thick and gravelly as he pumped himself over and over.
“Come for me, Wyatt. Please. I want it.” Teasing the edge of my panties, I didn’t let myself push past that barrier to fill the aching emptiness between my thighs. After seeing his dick, I knew nothing else would satisfy me and that my fingers would be a sad letdown.
“Wyatt, please.”
My quiet, pleading whimper sent him tumbling over the edge. His hips bucked as he came. Long, thick ropes erupted from him as he shuddered. “Yes, god yes, Lark.”
Tingles prickled at the base of my spine. I had just walked into my neighbor’s—no, myboss’shouse—and interrupted him while he was jerking off tomy name.
It was the kinkiest, wildest thing that had ever happened to me. In the heat of the moment I hadn’t felt an ounce of shame, but suddenly, watching Wyatt unravel had me worried that I’d not only invaded his privacy but completely blown up the perfect summer gig I’d been building.
I needed to go. To get out and take a cold shower and find my vibrator. Maybe I could pretend it was Wyatt and ease the tension that was pulled taut inside me. Whatever I did, it wouldn’t involve looking Wyatt in the eyes and admitting that I’d totally spied on him.
Frantically, I moved through his dark house and burst out of the front door. The screen door slammed behind me, and I ran up the steps to my apartment and flung myself inside.
“What the hell was that?” I whispered into the darkness.
Your hot boss just came to you calling out his name and pleading for him to finish.
Behind me, a loud pounding at my door had me yelping, and I jumped.
“Lark. Open the door.”
I brushed back the stray hairs at my forehead and took a deep breath. My body ached with need, and based on the growly tone in Wyatt’s voice, he wasnot happy.
Time to get fired... and probably arrested for being a creep or something.
I slowly pulled open the door. Wyatt leaned with one hand against the doorframe and the other in a fist at his side. I tamped down the thought of where that hand had just been. He was wearing only low-slung jeans and no shirt. His feet were bare, anddamnthat was so hot.
I lifted my chin and tried not to freak out.
“You ran away.”
