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But I need it. I’m fucking ravenous for her. Watching her, this sweet, enigmatic woman, I’m losing my damn mind for her.

She’s not simply beautiful—what a dull, bland description for a woman like her. She’s entrancing. She made me lose my mind in the span of one second. Has me stroking my cock angrily, fucking my hand like I’d bury myself inside her over and over and over.

In public.

She’s hypnotized me, and I can’t take my eyes off her. I twist my body to catch the shape of hers in the window.

Seconds tick by, and I’m losing it. I’m getting more desperate as I picture myself barging in, pinning her to the window. Screwing her brains out for the world to see.

Shit, it feels good. Too good. More exhilarating than the first time I jacked off.

Nerve endings I never knew existed light up in my body. My stomach coils in a delicious sort of pain I haven’t experienced before. My balls tighten, demanding a release as my eyes zone in onherhigh ponytail. I long to have it around my hand. I’m dying to pull on it.

To hear her screams.

If—no,when—I have her, I’ll tug on it until her big brown eyes tear up. Then I’ll kiss those tears away and fuckingownher. Cherish her. Protect her from anyone but myself.

This last notion is what finally does it for me. I come with an animalistic grunt. Semen spurts on my hand, coating my clenched fingers.

Slowing my breath, I grab a tissue from inside the console. I wipe myself, tucking my cock in once I’m clean.

“Good night, mystery woman,” I whisper. “I’ll be seeing you soon.”

When I drive to my house, I’m not lamenting about leavingher.

This isn’tgoodbye. This issee you later.

Soon.

Tomorrow, I’ll move next to her.

Tomorrow, I’ll introduce myself to her.

Tomorrow, I’ll have her.

It’s only a matter of time.

CHAPTER FOUR

Prue

Islideopentheglass doors to the rooftop pool of our building.

After a full day of doing laundry, cleaning the apartment, and reading, I’ve been looking forward to coming up here.

Twenty feet of turquoise blue water sparkle under the soft lights of the terrace. The mosaic at the bottom blurs beneath the soft, barely noticeable sways of the water.

Beautiful. Soothing.

Careful so as not to slip, I tiptoe my way on the deck. My gaze glides lazily along the poolside area, on the scattered chairs, beds, and wicker tables. I check to see if any of my neighbors dozed off on one of the beds before I remove my robe.

I’m too self-conscious to walk around other neighbors half-naked. I’ve never had sex before, haven’t gotten much further than chaste kisses that led to nothing. Baring my skin to others is difficult, something I shy away from whenever possible.

Fortunately, there’s no one here tonight.

An unusual occasion, seeing as the weather has been warm, and it’s a Saturday night.

Oh, well. Their loss, my gain.

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