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“You want this, Vixen?” I grind out.

I don’t know where that name came from, but it elicits a response in her.

Her fingers squeeze my T-shirt tighter and tug me down. Our lips meet and something detonates inside.

There is nothing gentle about this. It’s animalistic how we devour each other, how she drags my T-shirt so it’s stretching out. My hand moves to her ponytail and I pull it, tilting her head back. A growl comes from my chest as I suck her tongue into my mouth.

With the other hand, I grab her hip, gliding over the leather, running it down, searching for the bottom. Calli is moaning, driving me fucking wild.

The skirt is tight, when I drag it, it barely moves so I grab the other side and lift the whole thing. Calli’s legs part and I run my hand up her thigh, over the thin scrap of fabric between her legs.

God damn, she has soaked right through her panties. Rubbing her through them, I groan thrusting my hips forward. Our teeth clash, her hand is in my hair, the other pushing up my shirt.

Shit,shit. This isn’t right. I don’t know what has come over her, but she doesn’t like me. What does she want? A fuck? That isn’t who I am. I move my head back. Hers comes forward chasing my lips. I pull my hand out from under her skirt and step back.

“What?” she shakes her head in lust fueled confusion, leaning her ass back against the wall.

“This isn’t… I can’t,” I run my tongue over my bottom lip and move back further.

“Oh God,” Calli breathes out. She tugs her skirt down. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen.

She’s so fucking sexy. I want to kiss her again. I want to take her against this wall without fucking hesitation. But I won’t. I’m not the kind of guy who takes advantage of someone. I don’t know what she wants from me. Why she is kissing a guy she clearly doesn’t like.

“Go back to the party,” I say. “Don’t go looking at shit you shouldn’t be looking at.”

Her mouth drops open. I don’t want to hear what she is going to say. I storm out of the room, and instead of going back to the party, I hurry up the stairs to my apartment.

Inside I stomp across to the kitchen. I grab a bottle of whiskey from the kitchen cabinet and pour out a glass, knocking it back. Setting the glass down hard on the counter, I put both hands beside it and lean forward.

God, if she didn’t hate me before… It doesn’t matter. I run a hand violently through my hair and step away from the counter. My fucking dick is rock hard. It’s been a long time since I fucked a woman. The smell of her is still on my fingers.

What else was she doing in the room before I went in? There is nothing in there to do with my other work.

I pull out my phone and open up the surveillance app. There are cameras all around the shop for security. I always turn it off when I’m doing intimate work on clients. Filming them in a vulnerable state would never happen.

The cameras have been running all night.

Flicking over to the back rooms camera, I intend to run it back to see what she was doing. The live feed comes up instead.

Calli is still in the room. Jesus. I clutch the phone tighter in my hand. For a second, the shock has immobilized me. Then I groan. She’s moved to the bed and is leaning back against it. Her skirt pulled up, her legs spread, and her hand is moving inside her panties.

My brain short circuits as she throws her head back, her eyes closed. Her hand moves faster.

And I watch, wishing the angle was different, wanting to see her fingers as they push in and out of her pussy.

She fucks her own hand until she falls onto my tattoo bed, her back arched, her mouth open on a cry.

I toss the phone. It’s one thing watching her on her apartment surveillance. Or following her with my eyes the whole time she is in my shop, surrounded by her friends. This is a whole other level of lewd. She doesn’t know I can see her.

“Jesus.”

Did that happen? Storming across the room I grab the phone off the couch and turn it over. The room is empty now she’s finished herself. I should erase that. Right the fuck now.

Instead, I lock the phone and shove it in my back pocket. Then drop on the couch, resisting the urge to pull out my dick and return the God damn favor.

Chapter Ten

Calli

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