Page 12 of Crude Heir

Don’t fall asleep.

The day’s tasks pull at my conscious. With the mattress cradling me, I naturally shift to my normal sleeping position, knee bent, one arm under my cheek. Finally, I close my eyes, letting the darkness surround me for a few minutes of peaceful rest.

It’ll be enough. It has to be.

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Derrick

“What the hell are you up to, Nicole?” I set aside the controller for my gaming console to figure out what she’s doing. She has her phone in hand. A mixture of feelings curl in my stomach. Who is she texting? It’s fucking midnight. I switch to the computer, checking the clone app.

Her screen shows a list of alarms. She sets a ten-minute timer for herself. I glance back at the camera feed, catching her just before she gets up from her desk. With her eyes looking so tired, she’s got to be needing a break. All things considered, she deserves one after putting in a full day. After her eight hours at the office, she went home and kept going.

That reminds me of my comment from earlier. I asked if she didn’t have anything outside of work. Turns out, I wasn’t too far off. The only thing I found while going through her computer is a slew of dirty books. That and the username ofLittle Nikki, which she uses for sites she has saved on her favorites bar. Both seem at odds with the side of her I’m familiar with, her business persona.

I should shut her down. There’s nothing in the computer that’s going to give me answers. I’m not up to spending the rest of the night watching her. I reach for the mouse.

She turns back, leaning over the armrest on her chair to check her phone, stopping me in my tracks. While she’s one to dress modestly for the office, in the privacy of her home, she’s more uninhibited. The shirt she’s wearing has a deep V, giving me a nice view of her impressive cleavage from this angle.

She’s back to the alarm, resetting it for fifteen minutes instead of ten. With the time reset, she gives a sharp nod, then turns away. You’d think it was some decisive move, those extra five minutes. Strange.

The bedroom at her place is small so it only takes a few steps to reach the bed. She’s far enough away that I can see the bottom of the black sleep shorts she’s wearing. They’re loose, draping to the edge of her ass and leaving her legs bare.

I can’t remember ever seeing her in something other than a dress. But at this moment, there’s a hell of a lot to appreciate. Even wearing thin, loose, pajama bottoms, she offers an enticing view. Then she sets a knee on the mattress and climbs onto the bed, bending at the waist.

“Oh hell.” My hand is frozen on the mouse as I was about to cut her link into the system.

The shorts ride up past the curve of her ass, drawing my attention there. Her knee moves forward, shifting her hips. Then the other knee moves, and her perfectly shaped ass swings in the opposite direction. I suck in a breath as my cock stirs. She’s such a perfect sight that I want to reach out and run my thumb along the curve just to see if it’s as firm as it looks.

Nicole lowers herself to the bed, like a graceful kitten, even though she’s exhausted. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Now I get the fascination with cam girls, how something like Only Fans can rake in as much money as it does.

I force myself to exhale slowly, hands clenching with the effort to remain impassive. I hadn’t anticipated this development. And yet I should know by now,Little Nikkihas a few surprises.

On the heels of that thought, she shifts, bringing a knee up. The new position offers a view of elastic along the edge of her pussy. My cock responds in an instant.

“Holy fuck.” Little Miss Innocent is wearing tiny white panties that barely cover the important bits. Seeing how she dresses for work every day, I never would have imagined this.

Hell, at this point, I’m sorry I didn’t record the whole damn thing. Not about to miss out on the opportunity, I grab a screen print and save it on my laptop. Then I grab a second one, in case something goes wrong, and it doesn’t save properly.

Picking up the glass of scotch, I tip it in appreciation. If she ever decides to weaponize that body, some poor, unsuspecting asshole’s going to be in for it. My stomach clenches at the thought. I put the glass down. “That’s the last fucking thing I need.”

Still, I wait out the timer, committing the view to memory. It takes ironclad restraint to keep from heading across town to get more of a hands-on experience. Instead, I sit in my dimly lit apartment, dragging my thoughts away from running my fingers along the curve under her ass, to consider next steps.

Obviously, she lied about needing to work on invoices for some deadline. She’s been in the app, and, while I don’t know the entire process, I know she hasn’t processed payments like she said she would. This isn’t what she was doing during the day.

I’m curious, but after burning hours watching Nicole, her focus unwavering as she stares at one invoice after another, I’ve had enough. This just left me with more questions.

Why is she reviewing invoices?

Why is she taking such meticulous notes?

And how has she been able to keep that body hidden for so long?

Should I cancel the alarm and let her sleep? No. I discard the idea almost immediately. That would definitely tip my hand. If she’d put the phone next to her, I’d have a better chance of going undetected. She might think she turned off the alarm and fellback to sleep. It’s not like she’d be the first one to do that. I sink back into the couch, waiting out the timer.

The alarm goes off at the end of her fifteen minutes. She jolts awake. I sit forward, pick up my glass, and throw back the last of my drink. Nicole pushes herself off the bed. The angle pulls the tiny shorts against her pussy in a narrow line. Each crease where her leg meets her hips is clearly outlined for a fraction of a second.

It’s risky hacking into her laptop’s camera and invading her privacy, but I don’t hesitate in hitting the key to record. Even with the alarm blaring in the background, this will be a perfect way to remember this moment.

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