Page 15 of Indecent Proposal

On my way, I checked the footage from the cabin, just to make sure she was safe and I wasn’t walking into an ambush. The cameras didn’t just go to the security room underneath the cabin that I’d told her about, but were uploaded to a cloud unit that I could remotely access so I could check up on things even while I wasn’t there.

When I saw the footage, my brain came crashing to a halt.

She’d gone outside the cabin.

She’d fucking left the cabin to take a walk—and had taken the remote with her to control the arming system so it wouldn’t send me an alert that someone had left or entered the property.Goddammit.And she’d left a window open one night too, I could see it in the exterior footage.

Why had she left a damn window open!?

I scrolled quickly through the footage. She was going about her day—sleeping a lot, that was understandable—watching movies on the laptop, looking through the books, going to sleep again—wait, what the fuck—

I knew it was wrong of me, but I froze, staring at the black and white footage as Claire lay in bed on top of the covers, wearing that same shirt she’d taken from my dresser that first day. Her legs were spread open, and she was gasping and writhing on her fingers, making these delicious little whimpers that made my dick strain against the confines of my jeans…

I was so goddamn hard I was glad I’d pulled the Jeep over when I’d realized she’d left the cabin.Fucking hell.

I pressed the heel of my hand down on my rigid cock, unable to stop myself from rutting up into my palm. She was gorgeous, wearing my goddamn shirt, her back arching so that her breasts and stiff nipples pressed against the fabric for me to see…

“That’s it,” I found myself muttering, watching as she stroked herself faster, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Come for me, baby, that’s a good girl, come all over your pretty little fingers…”

I shouldn’t be watching this. I really shouldn’t. I’d never intended to violate her privacy, just to make sure she was okay, and then to figure out all the damn rules she’d broken. Didn’t she know she was putting her life at risk by disobeying me?

But now it was too late. I was caught up in being a voyeur and watching her. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, stroking myself in time with Claire’s fingers as she fucked her pussy. God, it had to be so fucking wet and delicious. I wanted to yank her fingers out and suck on them as I slammed my cock right in, fucking her good and hard while she was wearing my clothes until she learned to obey me no matter what. To show her that there were consequences to her actions for violating my rules.

I rewound the moment she came over and over, trying to pick up every detail, to memorize her facial expression, the way her body arched and her hips jerked, and the noises she made.

With a low, feral grunt, I came all over my damn hand.Fuck.

Grabbing tissues from the glovebox, I quickly cleaned myself up. Jesus Christ, what the fuck was I thinking? Stopping by the side of the damn road to get myself off like I was a desperate teenager? And to a woman who was technically still my client—

Although, she wasn’t paying me. Not with money anyway…

Cut that out, Vaughn, for fuck’s sake.

I had to wonder now, though, as I got my breath back—she knew about the cameras. I’d told her about the security room and the monitors. Had she done that on purpose? The footage showed her getting up to deliberately change into my shirt. Was that—some kind of message?

There was only one way to find out. And whether it was a message or not, she had still broken the damn rules, and there were going to be consequences for that.

Even as I put the car back into gear and drove onto the highway again, my head continued to spin. I’d never had that reaction to one of our clients before. I mentally ran through the list of clients we’d had over the last year that I could really remember clearly—the faces, not just the cases themselves—and thought about if any of them would’ve made me stop and watch if I’d caught them doing the same thing.

We had a lot of beautiful women who were our clients. Actresses, models, that kind of thing—they could become targets for their fame just as much as men could. Sometimes even more so. I had lost count of the amount of creepy men trying to get pictures of their favorite supermodel.

But for all the women that I could remember who’d come to us as clients, no matter how beautiful… I couldn’t picture myself continuing to watch while they masturbated. I’d fast-forward and then pointedly remind them that there were cameras.

There was just something about Claire that was lighting a fire in me—that brazen, impudent personality and sass that just begged me to put her in her place, in a dozen different, filthy ways. I’d have to be careful or I could get myself into trouble.

Or…

The idea wouldn’t leave me alone as I drove the rest of the way to the cabin. It would be something my buddies would ream me over because it would not look good for the company if word got out. But what if it didn’t get out? What if Claire liked the idea and we came to an agreement? A proposal, of sorts, even if it was an indecent one . . .

The two halves of me warred. I was torn between what I wanted—what would be fun and I was pretty sure rewarding for both of us—and what I knew was the ethical thing to do. The aboveboard thing. The smart thing.

But after seeing that video, I was tempted to break my own damn rules.

CHAPTER6

Vaughn

The cabin came into sight right as I turned the car on the hairpin curve. That was another reason I’d bought the place. Its distance from everything else was a big one for sure, but on top of that, you really didn’t see it until you stumbled right on top of it. Unless you knew this cabin was here, it was nearly impossible to locate it. Even the turn to get onto the dirt road that led up to it was hidden in the trees. When I’d first come up here to inspect the place and see if I wanted to buy it, I’d driven past that turn three times before getting it right.

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