Page 96 of Stalker

For me. To me. About me.

All of it.

He did it multiple times a day. And I wasobsessed. My mouth literally salivated when he’d strip down and wrap his big hand around his cock to stroke it for me. But my favorite part of all was what he said when he did it.

Damn, his mouth was filthy.

And endearing.

Who knew a man could be both at thesame time?

But Dane could.

Or Lincoln.

Fuck!

So instead of spying on him again for the millionth time this week, I refrained while I walked through my front door and even longer as I stripped out of my clothes and crawled into bed. I didn’t even bother with a shower.

Because I’d work up a sweat playing with myself while he jacked off at some point in the next few hours, I just knew it.

I was a sucker for that man.

My monster.

He didn’t need a name; I knew him inside and out. When I first opened the package, the idea of stalking him and spying on his every move had unnerved me. I didn’t understand why he’d want me to do that for him.

But it took only 2 days of watching him to understand his motive.

I finallyknewhim.

The real him. From watching him in his unguarded movements around the house and through his day without him putting on his mask or pretending to be anything else. Every now and then, he’d look at a camera I was watching him through, like he was trying to tell if I was there or not, but from what I could tell, he was clueless.

Which added to the appeal of it.

I was a ghost, afforded privileges that no one else in the world had. I had free access to my monster, and it almost felt as good as being there with him in person. Almost.

Not sure how much longer I’d be able to hold back from driving back to Hartington and begging him to let me back in, I promised myself that I’d lurk for tonight.

Hidden behind the screen of technology for just a little while longer. I thought he’d groveled for me long enough.

Even though it was late, thanks to yet again, another long shift at the hotel, I wasn’t surprised to find my monster still awake. I was, however, surprised to find him standing at the back door to the main house, looking out over the pool deck in silent thought.

“What are you doing, Monster?” I whispered to myself as I watched him. He stood there for a few minutes longer before silently opening the door and walking across the illuminated pool deck. At first, I cringed as he walked across the stone patio with his bare feet. The surface must have been heated because, despite there being a foot or more of snow on the grass, not a single flake was on the stone.

Brr. It was December in Boston, I’m sure it was still fucking cold.

He walked past the hot tub, eyeing it briefly like he was remembering the first night we met when he caught me coming on the jet, because that was the only thing I could think of every time I saw it.

But what had me sitting up in bed clinging to the screen like a lifeline was when he walked into the guest house and shut the door behind him.

I quickly changed views to the cameras he hid in the residence when I stayed there and found him walking through the dark space, straight into the bedroom. He pulled his shirt off over the back of his head and then crawled into the bed between the blankets. Grabbing the pillows that I had slept on, he brought one to his chest and buried his face into it, taking a deep breath as he burrowed deeper into the bedding.

“Come back to me, baby.” He sighed, laying on his side and staring at the wall. The night vision feature on the camera made his eyes glow, giving them an unhuman like hue. “Please, baby.”

He was sleeping in my bed because he missed me.

Before I could even think twice, I clicked the grayed-out icon on the bottom of the screen, turning it red as the microphone feature came to life.

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