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That said, considering I’m sitting here violating her rights too, I can imagine someone becoming obsessed with Dot. Hurting her, though, that’s worthy of execution.

She hasn’t elaborated much to her friend about the ex. She must already know the details of what happened. Apparently, Dot was working on a journalist career. She was doing local news broadcasts, human interest stories, but she was next in line for the desk reporter job. I don’t know much about reporting, but I’ve seen enough movies to know that’s what journalists aspire to become.

Her face wrinkles up, and she laughs at something her friend says before hanging up the line. With the phone in her hand, she grabs a bottle of water and makes her way to the bathroom. I follow her down the hall, but she’s blacked out the camera for that room.

Can’t say I blame her, though murderers could hide behind shower curtains.

From the hall security, I can see she’s brushing her teeth with the door open. She swishes water back and forth, spits into the sink, and wipes a towelette over her face before tossing it into the trash. She’s also changed into a short nightgown that has hot pink flowers covering the fabric. I missed that part. She must have done that out of view.

I think it’s official. I’m a stalker. A real-life creeper.

What the fuck?

Life’s funny. One morning you’re having eggs and bacon for breakfast, the next you’re a full-on criminal.Gotta say, though, I didn’t see that coming with my alarm clock this morning.

A sick, psychotic disappointment rattles through me, though it’s quickly dissipated by the sight of her in the gown. Her breasts are low and heavy, and this footage is so clear, I can see the hard line of her nipples poking through the fabric.

Fuck.My cock pushes at the seam of my jeans.

A black cat, which she calls Gloom, hops up onto the bed as she crawls under the covers. With a delicate touch, she scratchesthe furry between his ears and whispers something to him that I can’t hear. Something I shouldn’t hear. Something I shouldn’t hear because I’m not supposed to be watching this.

This isn’t for me to see. This is the exact invasion of privacy she was so worked up about earlier. The reason she was angry with her father.

I clear my throat and click away from the scene. She’s in bed. I don’t need to watch anymore. I didn’t need to watch to begin with. It’s fucked up.I’m fucked up.Gentry was right to see the darkness in me tonight, because it’s there in all its glory. Me, a man in his forties watching a twenty something on a private security line.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I untangle the cord to my laptop and unplug it from the wall. I should get home. I have a sink full of dishes, a lawn to mow, and a barn full of animals to tend to in the morning. The later I’m fucking around with this shit, the more exhausting all that work is gonna be tomorrow.

The ranch was supposed to be therapy for myself and other veterans like me who find peace in animals. So far, it’s a haven of unfinished work and in dire need of a separate living space for guests. I need to put more focus on getting the place ready for the public instead of spying on some young girl.

What’s the point, anyway? It’s not like I can make anything out of it. She’s too young to be on my radar, and even if she weren’t, she wouldn’t be interested in me. That was clear by how annoyed she was by my presence.

I have the laptop halfway closed when I hear a mewling sound come from the computer. I minimized the cameras, but I didn’t close out the page.

I should’ve closed the page.

The sound is sharp and alarming. It’s so alarming that I’m opening the laptop and pulling the page back open before I think it through.

My cock goes hard immediately.

Dot’s back is arched against her pillow. Her fist is buried into the sheet. She’s gripping onto it for dear life as she holds her vibrator over her clit.

Moan after delicious moan spills from her lips as her tits rise and fall.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I shouldn’t be watching this. I should turn it off.I need to turn it off.

I swallow hard and hover over the ‘x’ in the corner of the screen, but my cock is rock hard, and apparently, I’m out of my mind.

Her hips grind upward as though she needs the harsh sounding vibrations of the machine she’s holding between her legs. There’s a hum in her throat, and when she starts pinching her hard nipple, I lose what little sense of control I have left.

I unzip my jeans and pull my cock from the cave it’s been shrouded in and begin stroking as I watch her thick frame in the cameras.

At the moment, I’m thinking nothing more than what her soft, wet, little pussy would feel like as I thrust inside of her. The feel of her hair running through my fingers. The sound of her moans reverberating in my ear. The view of her perfect body trapped beneath me.

Fuck!

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