Page 44 of Unexpected Hero

However, I wasn’t going to whack my dick while spying on her like a fucking creepy pervert. And if I kept watching, jacking off was going to be a necessity. No matter what my father called me, I’m not that big of a creep.

My dick is standing at attention and will likely stay that way until I release the tension.

Fucking hell.

I turned off the camera immediately and lowered the volume until I could barely hear her soft moans, whimpers, and gasps.

Although I have watched her through her phone camera before without her knowledge, observing her masturbating isn’t something I’ll do. Not without her consent.

I’ve never watched anyone do something intimate without their consent, and I won’t start now.

No matter how badly I wanted to.

With the volume low in the background — just in case something happened in that shitty hotel — I attempted to focus on other tasks. And each time my mouse hovered over the video button, I forced it away.

Not without her permission.

After coffee with Lettie, I rushed home and cleared out my email while monitoring her text messages with her friend. I was curious to hear what she thought about me, hoping she didn’t really want to see me again. I was waiting for that old, familiar moment when the girl I’ve got a crush on turns out to be disgusted by me.

At the same time, the thought raked my insides.

I missed the beginning of her video call while distracted with work shit, but I listened to the last few minutes. Just long enough to know she’s interested in me.

A growing part of me wishes she wasn’t. My infatuation would be easier to ignore if she saw me as nothing but a friend. Hell, I’d take her seeing me as merely a checkbook to get her through rough times over knowing she wasn’t turned off by me like most people are.

Knowing she’s happier having met me, I’m not sure I can walk away as easily as I’d like to.

Like I should do.

I’ll have to work three times as hard to convince myself to leave her alone now that I’ve heard her delicate moans of pleasure.

Who am I kidding? I can’t leave her alone.

For one, she needs protection. Even Stella thinks Lettie’s too trusting to be left to her own devices. And she’s known her far longer than I have.

I also can’t walk away from Lettie until I uncover what she knows about Big Al.

But it’s not only that.

Lettie needs help I can provide. More than protection or a job. She needs a friend. One who lives here. If a simple coffee date made her that happy, imagine how good I can make her feel in all the other ways I want to.

Dammit. My dick stiffens even harder.

I need to get to the club tonight. Although, the thought of a random sub doesn’t feel right.

Shaking it off, I scan my laptop for any other important tasks. Before tomorrow, I need to run diagnostics on the Redleg payroll system. I got an email from Boss’s secretary, Peggy, complaining about error messages she gets when running reports. I’ll work on that later.

Using my tablet, I check on Lettie. I can’t see her because her phone is positioned beside her bed, but I hear fabric rustling.

The corner of the screen picks up movement. She’s sitting on the edge of her bed, slipping on her sneakers. Time for a jog already?

I check my watch. She’s early tonight.

Wasting no time, I change my clothes so I can jog behind her at a reasonable distance. I haven’t done cardio in a few days. Normally, I follow her in my car, driving a few blocks at a time. Since she knows what my car looks like now, that’s too risky.

I’ll throw on sunglasses and a hat. If I stay far enough away, she won’t recognize me. Easier to dive in and out of the trees along the edge of the path she takes when I’m on my feet.

Five minutes later, I’m out the door, driving quickly across town. She didn’t take her car, so I have to track her via her phone.

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