Page 19 of He Sees You

In a way, I do. He’s the cop who caught me dealing Eclipse earlier, and who kissed me before letting me go. He’s the cop who lost me a sale tonight, and since Martin didn’t respond tomy texts up until I went to bed, I’m not sure he’ll risk getting caught again, coming back to do another buy.

Who is this man? He’s a cop wearing a Santa suit who broke into my bedroom and just admitted that it isn’t the first time.

And if it isn’t the first time…

A nervous lump lodges in my throat. I can’t speak. I don’t even have the strength to get up and bolt. Not just because I slept naked last night—which I have a habit of doing that I’m sincerely starting to regret right about now—and don’t want to put on a show for him, but because the way he’s watching me so closely, I’ve never felt more like prey.

He’ll chase. If I run, he’ll chase, and I’m suddenly terrified about what will happen when this predator catches me.

Terrified, and way more intrigued by the idea than I have any right to be.

Makes sense, a terrible, twisted sort of sense. I’ve always been attracted to this man. In a million years, I never thought I’d be in a position to share a bed with Officer Coleman, but now he’s here, he’s moved so that our faces are now inches away from each other, and I can’t avoid the hungry expression on his face as his eyes rove over mine.

And that’s when he starts to sing softly.

“‘He sees you when you’re sleeping…’” Derek’s hand lands possessively on my thigh. Even through the covers, Ifeelthe heat of his hand. “‘He knows when you’re awake…’”

I’m awake right now. I pinch myself just in case, but nope. I’m awake, and this is really happening?—

“‘He knows when you’ve been bad or good…’” Derek turns into me, so close it wouldn’t take much for me to end up in his lap as he continues in his sing-song tone: “And though he likes it when you’re his good girl, nothing makes him crazier when you’re—” He brushes his lips against my ear, huskily whispering the last word: “naughty.”

If I move any further away from him, I’ll fall out of my bed. If I move closer, I really will be in his lap.

I clutch my blanket to my chest and stay perfectly still as I demand, “Stop with the riddles and answer me: what are you doing here?”

His gaze dips downward. “Don’t think you have to cover up, sweet Dove.” Reaching out, Derek plucks the blanket out of my tight fingers, pulling the material just far enough away that he can peek down it, getting an eyeful of my tits. He nods in approval, then adds, “I’ve already seen it all anyway. Seen it and can’t fucking wait to get my mouth on every inch of you.”

“What? How?”

He smirks, nodding down at his Santa suit. “Remember? I seeeverything. Santa does, and with the help of a little technology, so does Derek.”

Everything…

Technology…

Cameras.

What the fuck is wrong with me? I knew I had a stalker. Someone who was following me around the city and leaving me gifts.

Not to mention the fact that I’m a photographer. Cameras are mylife. No way could someone use them against me—but what else could he mean by technology?

I have to ask. I have to know. “Are there cameras? Did youbugme?”

“I did whatever I had to to watch over my precious Dove whenever I couldn’t be with you in person. Whether it was following you from a distance or keeping tabs on you through my phone, I did it so that I knew you were safe until I could make you see that we were meant to be together.”

I take that as ayes.

“You’ve beenstalkingme? Why?”

“Because you’re mine,” is his simple retort. “How many times do I have to tell you that before you stop doubting me?”

I don’t think I ever could. “How long?”

“Mm? Sorry. I got distracted by your tits. They’re impressively gorgeous. And those nipples…fuck. I can’t wait to suck them.”

Oh my God. I didn’t even realize that, after he pulled the covers away from my chest, he let go of them, so did I, and they pooled around my waist. For the last few minutes, I’ve been sitting here, tits out, all while this crazed cop—because, holy shit, he’snuts—is trying to convince me that he’s decided I somehow belong to him.

And not just after that kiss we shared tonight. Butbeforethen.

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