Page 49 of Hayden's Stalker

You already got a bathtub. What more could you want?

I cringe because I can’t use that as an excuse, so I quickly write back.

Just got them to move some of the interior stuff so it would be more usable. Anyway, they got it all done.

I drop my phone and head to my bathroom to brush my teeth. I halt with the toothbrush in my mouth as I hear something strange through the wall. I frown and listen harder when I hear it again.

It’s Tati.

Concern floods through me as I hear her groan because I don’t know if someone’s gotten into my apartment and attacked her. When she makes a noise a second later, my heart pounds even faster because I realize she’s not in pain…she’s in ecstasy.

My cock stiffens at once, and I have the urge to rush over there and join in with what she’s doing right now. I know that I can’t, though. She’s my employee, and standing here listening to her is incredibly inappropriate.

I brush my teeth as quickly as I can to the soundtrack of Tatiana’s moans. Some louder, some softer, then rinse and spit before I wipe my mouth with a hand towel and rush out of the room.

From the safety of my bedroom, and with the door shut between us, I can no longer hear her, but the damage is done. I can practically see her lying in her bed, her blonde hair loose for once, with her legs spread and her hand between them. There was no sound of a vibrator, but I almost wish there was.

I climb into bed and reach into my sweatpants. I haven’t done this since the night we went to Club Delirium. I’ve resisted the urge every time I’ve come close to doing it, but I’m so aroused that I don’t even try to fight it tonight. I imagine walking into her room, vibrator in hand.

“You sound like you could use some help.”

She gasps and stares up at me, her eyes wide. “Hayden!”

“I’m sorry. I overheard you. Did you not want me to join you?”

She doesn’t even try to cover herself up, and her still hand begins to move on her clit while she uses the other to pinch her nipple.

“I didn’t say that. I just wasn’t expecting you. I was hoping you’d come to join me. I’ve wanted it since the day we met.”

“Me, too,” I admit.

She bites her lip. “What about Blake?”

Fuck.

I frown, and my hand stops moving on my cock as I remember Blake. I would never do this in reality, so I bite my lip as I stroke myself again.

“I broke up with him before I came in here. I want you, Tati. Tell me you want this, too.”

“I want this,” she breathes, and I grin.

I stride over to her and kneel on the bed between her legs. I pull her hand away as I switch on the vibrator.

“I’m going to make you come so many times that you’ll beg me to stop.”

“I doubt that’ll happen.” She laughs. “I’ve suffered at worse hands than yours.”

Dammit.

I remember what she told me earlier when we were talking about torture and frown again.

“Fine. I’ll make you come until I’m tired of watching you do it or until I can’t stand not having my cock inside you. Whichever comes first.”

I stroke my cock roughly as I continue my fantasies until I come so hard I grunt loudly. I’m very aware of how close Tati’s room is to mine, so I cut it off quickly and bite my lip as my body shakes.

I’m full of guilt as I clean up quietly in my bathroom. I’m too scared to turn on the water in case Tati hears it, so I just use tissues to wipe away the signs of my indiscretion.

I have a boyfriend.

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