Page 45 of Stalker

Because she was going to run for me again, even if she didn’t know it.

“I can’t possibly take another bite.” She leaned back in her chair and then shifted her hips. The toy must have felt too intense that way for her to keep a straight face as she squirmed in her seat.

“Should we return to Hartington, then?” I nodded to the server and held my card out for him to take.

“Mmh-hmm.” She nodded, nearly comatose from the food coma and the high of her sexual needs.

I signed the receipt and stood from the table, walking to her side. Our eyes locked, and I reached out my hand towards her, repeating the same gesture I had made in the car on two occasions. However, the moment her hand touched mine, a surge of arousal coursed through me, intensifying my desire. Somehow, she affected me in ways that no other woman ever had, even with a simple touch of her hand.

“I need to pee.” She said, and then chuckled, “I mean, I need to use the restroom.”

“Let’s go.” I put my hand on her back, fighting the urge to slide it down over the large swell of her ass as we walked through the nearly empty restaurant. We’d sat through two, maybe even three, rounds of patrons as we indulged and dined. And I had enjoyed every single second.

She walked down the hall to the restroom, glancing briefly over her shoulder before disappearing through the door, and I instantly pulled my phone out to check her camera. Thankfully, the lobby was nearly empty as I leaned against the wall and watched her camera go from dark to light as she pulled it out of her purse.

I watched in rapture as she propped it up on her purse hanging on the back of the door again, just as she had before, and then lifted her skirt and pulled the toy off her clit, sagging when it was free.

I typed out a message to her.

Naughty girl.

She used the restroom and stared right at the camera with a sexy little smirk on her face, toying with me just like I was playing with her. When she was done, she pulled up her panties and adjusted her top without replacing the toy.

Puppet.

I could hear the warning in my text and watched her read it, before leaning forward to whisper. “I can’t. It’s too much.” She whined, running her fingers through her hair. “I’m too drunk. I’ll come and won’t be able to hide it from him if you keep playing with me.”

Put it back where it belongs, Puppet. Don’t push me on it.

She pouted slightly and then leaned forward so her tits and pretty face were on the screen. “What are you going to do if I don’t?”

Fucking minx. My thumbs flew across my keyboard, typing out a response in record time as I grinned like a fucking monster.

I’ll fuck that virgin ass of yours so fucking hard I’ll rip you open and leave you broken for the rest of your life.

She pulled back slightly and swallowed her shock. So I sent another message.

Now be a good girl and put it back on so I can reward you when you get home, instead of punish you. Either way, you’re taking my cock in just over an hour.

She moaned and sagged into the stall wall slightly as she read my message. “Whatever.” She smirked and lifted her skirt again, slowly and erotically replacing the toy against her clit again before replacing her panties over it. “I never said I was an anal virgin.” She sassed as she put her phone back into her purse, effectively freezing me out and taking away my favorite sight in the world.

Her.

I could still hear her though and as I cranked the toy up to high, her gasp and moan filtered through my phone and around the sparse lobby.

Multiple heads turned my way as I smirked down at my phone, ignoring every single one of them. I programed the toy to change and alternate different tempos and speeds before sliding my phone back into my pocket just before Peyton sauntered down the hallway.

She took my breath away as I watched her walk under the warm runway lighting of the hall, and I didn’t care that she could probably read the lust on my face as she stared right back at me.

It was far easier to lust after and spoil her than it was to be an ass to her, but I still had to follow my plan.

“Ready?” I asked, sliding my mask of indifference back on my face, noting the way her eyes squinted slightly in confusion from the quick shift and then walked away toward the exit.

If I did it right, she’d be so fucking angry at me by the time I parked in my garage at Hartington, she’d be ready for the hate fuck she was going to get from Dane.

She’d be ready to let loose again and work off her frustrations in that primal way we both craved.

And if the glare she aimed my way when I ignored her car door and slid in my side as the valet rushed over to get it for her, she’d be ready to go the moment her feet hit the grass.

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