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Finding the condo on a real estate app, I save the link and send it to myself. Something to look into later. But I’ll take an impression of the door lock before I leave to get a key made.
Inside Jillian’s bedroom, the bed stops my heart, seeing it’s still unmade.
“Are you sloppy, sparkles?”
Why do I find that fucking adorable?
“Are these the same sheets you let me fuck you on? Where I slipped my finger in your arse and made you bleed on my cock?”
The dents in her pillow draw my legs forward until I’m buried in the softness, inhaling that coconut scent. It nearly brings me to my knees.
This thrill is uncensored. I can see any part of her I want.
Staring further into the room, I hiss as the darkest thoughts whisper through me like the devil’s temptation. I close my eyes. Am I that bad? Am I already so far gone about this woman that I have to go through her underwear drawer?
Her deepest scent…
Fuck…
My feet move, accepting I am this guy now. At least this isn’t who I am all the time. A smile builds on my mouth that Jillian, only my sparkly diamond, has ever bewitched me to act like this.
Which reminds me… I have to put a tracker on her car because I need to know where she is at all times.
I will be back here sinking my dick into her pussy again, surrounded by her scent. Fucking her that one time isn’t enough.
A tall chest in the corner reminds me of one in my sister’s childhood bedroom. She called it a lingerie chest.
And…yes.
This one is filled with lingerie.
Lace bras, lace panties. Some cotton ones. Anything will look sexy on that round, juicy arse.
A color sits in the forefront of my mind.
Lavendar. The color of the panties she wore the night I fucked her. They’re not here.
Scanning around, I don’t see clean, folded clothes.
No…
I head to her bathroom and spot a hamper.
Heart pounding, throat tight, I lift the lid, and reaching past more cotton numbers I see…
Fuck…
I fist the panty I peeled off her Friday night.
With a harsh swallow, terror rushes through my veins as something takes over me. Something dark and wicked. A force I can’t control.
It’s locked me in.
I’m fucking hooked.
This thrill, holding these panties changes everything.
I catch my reflection. Standing here in a black leather jacket, dark navy cargo pants, and a deep blue Henley, all for stealth, I don’t look like the polished lawyer in expensive suits people see every day in my office.
