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No reply.

No phone chirp.

Before, his silence would’ve set my panic off, wondering if I’d gone too far or stepped over too many lines. But he’d erased those lines the moment he bought me a dildo.

Turning off the screen, I scooped up my kitten, the sparkly erotic toy, and strolled into the garden.

If he liked watching me so much, so be it.

I’d put on a show for him in the only place he could watch.

* 26 *

Zander

She’s Going to Kill Me

I STOOD IN AN EMPTY PRIVATE WARD, glaring at my phone as Sailor triggered my camera sensors.

Still dressed in her linen shift from this morning, she gleamed like a fallen star in the sun as she placed Peng down and made a delicious, blatant display of stretching. In her left hand, something extremely phallus-like glimmered with silver. It looked almost identical to the image I’d chosen online.

It’d taken me ages to settle on that one: heavy glass designed to be classy and pleasurable—according to the website. I’d looked at a terrifying range of silicone penises and devices with vibrating rabbit ticklers, pearl beads, and a thousand different settings.

Thanks to working in the medical industry, I’d heard one too many stories of silicone allergies. However, if Sailor found it hard to reach that critical point, perhaps I should’ve gotten her something that stimulated everything all at once at an intensity that would leave her screaming.

Do you hear yourself?

These were not usual thoughts of a man who didn’t even have a girlfriend. I’d also never confess that I’d almost had a wet dream last night. I’d been the one to use that glass toy on her. She’d definitely found that pinnacle, and I’d woken just as the first ripples of release quaked through me. There’d been nothing I could do to stop it, and I’d flushed with guilt that I’d gotten off to fantasies of my neighbour—the girl who had no idea how I felt about her.

“Fuck’s sake, stop it.”

Cursing my hard-on that she’d caused with her messages, I glowered at my phone as the cameras recorded her lifting her arms over her head. She arched her back, hinting she wasn’t wearing a bra. The thin material of her dress clung to her in ways that should be illegal. Gathering her long sandy-blonde hair into a ponytail, she rolled her neck, then trailed her hands down her body, using the toy to torment me.

The damn dildo followed her curves, touching everything I wanted to.

“Christ, you’re going to kill me,” I groaned.

Even if an earthquake hit the hospital, I wouldn’t be able to move. I couldn’t look away as she bent over, grabbed the hem of her long dress, and hoisted it up to her thighs. Rolling the excess material, she didn’t stop until she somehow turned the floor-length skirt into something scandalously short.

Her long, lean legs flashed far too bare. The fading bruises were still visible, thanks to her pale skin. Peng wound himself around her ankle, and she smiled so freely, so prettily, she sucker-punched me right in the heart.

Staggering against the wall, I could only watch as she sat down cross-legged on the grass and looked around the flower beds and fruit trees as if searching for a glint of a camera lens.

And then, she leaned back until she sprawled in the soft greenery. She arched her back as if someone ran their fingertips along her cleavage. And held up the glass phallus as if she was going to use it.

She wouldn’t.

Would she?

Not there.

Not in broad daylight.

Slowly, sensually, she dropped her fingertips to her upper thigh where she’d rucked her skirt high enough to flash her pink underwear.

Lust exploded through me.

Longing clenched my middle as she dragged the glass toy down and down her body.

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