Page 76 of He Sees You When You’re Sleeping

I’m close now, heat building at the base of my spine. My thrusts become erratic, harder and faster. She meets me thrust for thrust, urging me on.

“Come for me,” she whispers, and it’s my undoing.

With a guttural groan, I bury myself deep inside her as my orgasm hits. Pleasure courses through me in pulsing waves as I empty myself into the condom.

We stay like that for a long moment, both panting and processing.

As our breathing slowly returns to normal, I gently withdraw from her and dispose of the condom. She watches me with hooded eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. I settle back onto the bed beside her, unsure what to say now that the moment of revelation has passed.

I break the silence first. Seems only fair considering the bomb I just dropped. “Are you mad?”

She reaches out, tracing my jawline with her fingertips. “Mad? No, not at all,” she says softly. “Surprised, yes. Extremely confused. But... pleased.”

“Pleased?” I echo, hardly daring to believe it.

She nods, her fingers still caressing my face. “I’ve wanted this,” she confesses. “I wasn’t sure you felt the same way.”

I pull her closer, loving the feeling of her naked body against mine. “I’ve wanted this. Longer than you know,” I murmur against her hair. “To finally be able to touch you, to show you how I feel.”

She tilts her head up, capturing my lips in a tender kiss. When we part, her eyes are narrowed. “So you’ve been WinterWatcher all along, huh? The masked man.”

“Guilty as charged,” I admit, searching her face for any sign of anger or disgust. But I see only curiosity and a hint of amusement in her eyes.

She props herself up on one elbow, regarding me with a raised eyebrow. “So all those chats, those steamy messages... that was you the whole time?”

I nod, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness.

She considers this for a moment, then smirks. “Well, I have to admit, you had me fooled. But now that I know...” She trails off, her hand sliding down my chest. “I think we have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

My breath catches as her fingers dance lower. “You mean you want to...?”

“Oh yes,” she purrs, pushing me onto my back and straddling my hips. “I want to explore every inch of you, now that I can put a face to all those delicious messages.”

I groan as she grinds against me, already feeling myself hardening again. “God, you’re incredible,” I breathe, running my hands up her thighs.

She leans down, her lips brushing my ear, and then freezes. Pulling back, she says, “Wait. How? How did you know BlackAsChlo was me? Or that I was her?”

Shit. Shit!

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