Page 47 of The Guy Next Door

I’m getting hard again.

He’s such a dirty motherfucker. I love that as apprehensive and tentative as he can be, there’s this sex-fiend side to him, unashamed of what he wants or how he wants it.

ME: Gives me something to work on before I see you again. ;) x

ZANE: Looking forward to it.

A naughty idea springs to mind, and I head to the window and open it.

ZANE: What are you doing?

ME: Can you see my bed from there?

ZANE: Yes. But so could someone else.

ME: Who’s got their own camera set up or on a ladder?

I get why he’s concerned, and he’s not entirely wrong. It’s a possibility. But I’m so damn horny, I need to do something.

ME: I’m calling.

ZANE: The hell?

ME: Just pick up, okay?

After closing the blinds, I hurry by Kyra’s cage and toss the cover over it, then remove my phone mount from the desk. I roll my swivel chair over to beside my bed and attach the mount to the arm of the chair, positioning the camera so he’ll have a good view.

A part of me is wondering what the hell I’m thinking, but another is so damn excited, I can’t help myself. I pull back the sheets, sliding onto the mattress. Then I retrieve some lube and my new toy from the nightstand.

As I’m sitting up, about to place the call, I hesitate. Should I be doing this?

But the fact that Zane doesn’t want me hesitant, wants me begging for it, encourages me to make the call, and I’m relieved when his face pops up on the app.

“What are you doing?” he asks, squinting.

I turn down the volume on the phone. Mom and Dad are watching TV downstairs, so I doubt they’ll hear, but better safe than sorry.

I display the toy for Zane, and his eyes widen, his lips curling up.

I feel so fucking naughty—wicked, even—as I whisper, “We’ll see who’s begging for it the next time I see you.”

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ZANE

Iwas soon edge when he was at his window like that.

I might be overly cautious, and fuck if I don’t want to look at him all the goddamn time, but I want to protect him more.

And now I’m fucking hypnotized as Leif lies back in bed.

God, I miss that body already.

I lean back in my chair as he squirts lube onto his fingers and spreads it between his cheeks. With his toy beside him, I know where this is going, andfuck.

I shouldn’t be so damn jealous of a fucking toy, but that ass is mine.

No, that’s not right. It’s not mine. He let me finger him once, and now he’s torturing me with the promise of giving it to my cock.

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