Page 7 of Merciful Lies

My dick gets hard as I watch her on the security monitor enter my office in the basement of the Vipers’ Den.

Office is a loose term. Yeah, there’s a desk. But there’s also a bedroom.

Not because it’s my fuck room, but because sometimes I need to crash and going home to my empty condo gets more and more difficult.

I hate being needy. This woman makes me needy.

She makes me wonder what it would be like to have someone soft and precious waiting for me in that big condo.

I watch her through the monitor as she slowly progresses, getting closer to me with every step, and I’m not even breathing regularly anymore.

Her big brown eyes flick up to the ceiling, and I swear she knows I’m watching. It’s like she can see the camera, even though I know she can’t.

It’s been expertly hidden in the rafters. Not even trained professionals manage to spot this one.

Goddamn. Her eyes are so beautiful.

She’s so close I can see their whisky brown color and the flecks of gold glittering inside them, making her look like something from a dream or fantasy.

I hear Angel give her my orders. Telling her to strip, and my dick is jumping behind my jeans.

Jaw clenched, I watch as the beauty walks into the bedroom.

Her shoulders lift as she takes a deep inhale and I switch to the camera inside the bedroom.

It’s a private feed. I’m the only one with the code.

Good thing too, because the moment she takes off her coat and starts to remove her clothes, I’m drowning in a dozen different emotions.

The least of which is not jealousy.

I know she’s thirty-two. Her parents are both gone, and she’s been trying her best to raise her piece-of-shit brother and keep the bakery from falling down around their heads.

She works a lot. She doesn’t date.

Probably has some fucked up idea in her head that she isn’t gorgeous because she’s so thick.

But she is.

And it pisses me off to even imagine she might not agree.

Anna looks exactly how a woman should. I’m glad she’s single, but it wouldn’t matter.

I take what I want.

She’s taking off her shirt, and her hands go to her pants. She has a pair of tights, and when she pulls them off, she takes her panties with them.

Soft, pale skin is revealed, inch by inch, and I wish I was the one unwrapping her.

When she stands up again, I take her in. I can’t wait to touch her.

To taste her.

I want to run my tongue across every inch, every dip and curve of her body.

Fuck.

Blood rushes to my cock, and I hear it roaring as it races through my veins.

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