Page 10 of Hidden While In Sight

He’d only been in the house for a few minutes, but the hairs on the back of his neck rose and his gaze flew to the bedroom doorway. He moved swiftly to the walk-in closet, leaving the door cracked open to avoid the noise of it closing.

Hannah walked into the bedroom moments later, pushing the door closed behind her as if she intended to stay.

Normally she swam enough laps to make him sweat at even the idea of being in water that long. Well, much, much longer than he’d be comfortable with. She was a fish, barely coming up for air when he forced himself to watch as long as he could. Her strokes were powerful, and her legs kicked with purpose as she went in circle after circle, as if she could wear herself out.

Or obsessively burning calories, even though she didn’t need to.

He hadn’t considered that she’d cut it short this time, even after watching her struggle to work out in the home gym earlier. Swimming must not have felt any better.

His body froze as she dragged off the swim cap, letting her light brown curls fall around her shoulders like they had the night before. Diego enjoyed the sight of her loosened hair. So often she wore it pulled back tightly or under that obnoxious cap. When her hair was loose, his fingers wanted to find out if it felt as silky as it looked.

Then she made things worse by stripping down the top of that fucking bodysuit she called a swimsuit, dragging her arms out of the long sleeves and leaving it bunched around her waist as she loosely held one of her wrists in her other hand.

The skin of the wrist was colored a deepening purple, and Diego felt like an idiot. Her husband had ground that wrist against the door last night. He’d also gripped it like he wanted to break it if she didn’t follow him to the room.

No wonder she hadn’t swum her normal number of laps. The way she was cradling her wrist made Diego want to punch something. There was a hitch to her breathing that brought his gaze to her face, which was the same as usual, dammit, though the sagging side of her mouth was more pronounced. Her chest heaved under her shuddering breaths, the movement drawing his gaze.

Her nipples were puckered into tight buds on the smallest breasts he’d ever seen. Hell, never mind handfuls; he could probably fit her whole breast into his mouth.

The thought made him hard, shocking the hell out of him. She wasn’t his type at all. He enjoyed large breasts that bounced if a woman rode him or if he fucked her hard enough. Sure, Hannah was pretty, if he ignored the awkwardness of her mouth and if he were into a model-thin woman who barely ate because her husband watched her food intake like a hawk.

Fuck, Diego really wanted to feed her. Right after he tested his theory of her breast fitting in his mouth. He wanted to suck and kiss them and give her tiny breasts enough attention to test whether she’d moan for him even if she hadn’t for her husband.

Hannah dropped her cradling grip, blocking his view of those tight, cherry breasts by turning her back to him, only to peel the rest of her bodysuit off.

It gave Diego a perfect view of her ass, still tinted red, and below it, the lips of her bare pussy.

Ashford had gotten the same view the night before and sunk into that pussy, Diego reminded himself. The reminder did nothing to prevent his full erection at the thought of doing the same. He kept his hands still instead of reaching down to stroke his cock.

He was a fucking sick voyeur, and the idea of jerking off in Hannah Ashford’s closet did not help calm him at all.

She picked up the peeled-off clothing, too tidy to leave it puddled on the floor, and disappeared into the bathroom. His ears were ringing from the swift flow of blood rushing away from his brain. The ringing mingled with the sound of the water turning on.

His hand started for the front of his jeans, but Ashford’s jacket bumped his side and reminded him of his purpose. He hung it up neatly despite how tempting it was to dump the jacket on the floor and soak it in his cum as he imagined making Hannah moan. Making her moan wouldn’t be easy. She was so fucking reserved all the time.

He listened to the sound of the shower for another minute, stroking his length through his jeans once while he talked himself out of lowering his zipper. Cumming all over that tuxedo jacket he hated so much would be a dick move. Not that he was above that, but Hannah didn’t take long showers, and the nanny never kept the kids out long.

Diego pushed the closet door open instead and slipped out of the house, only the cameras watching him leave.

Chapter 6

Ashford came home that night and broke tradition by locking himself in his office instead of having dinner with his family. Dinner was still strained and silent, the same it would have been if Ashford was there. Hannah reached for her water glass more than usual and ate even less. She probably knew the prick was likely to check on how much she’d eaten after.

Diego dragged his gaze away, watching the lawyer hold the phone to his ear as he continued to pace.

“It’s Ashford,” he snapped into the phone, jerking to a halt. “I want an update.”

Diego started calculating ways to gain access to the phone to install a tap. He disliked the guesswork of one-sided conversations.

“What the hell do you mean, you couldn’t do anything? He was in my fucking driveway!”

Satisfaction filled Diego, along with a chubby from annoying the prick.

“That’s not possible!” Ashford shouted, his face red and the veins in his neck straining against his buttoned-up collar.

Diego wanted to see him even angrier. Better yet, terrified. Let the fucker get a taste of fear right before Diego spilled his guts all over the floor.

He caught his thoughts, sitting up in his chair straighter as he ran a hand through his messy hair. For fuck’s sake. He wasn’t there to kill the asshole, he reminded himself, as tempting as it had become.

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