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I’m a horrible human being. This is so bad.
But I still can’t force myself to look away.
The sounds of slapping flesh and moans from the video grow louder. A thin layer of sweat glistens on his skin as he hisses from his bared teeth, his brows furrowed into an almost grimace.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed, and my eyes grow wider as I watch with an intense focus. The beat of my pulse in my neck, pounds harder and harder as my skin heats. I fan myself with my t-shirt, needing to cool my body down as my shirt clings to my sweat-covered skin.
His pace picks up again, but this time he doesn’t hold back as his fist moves up and down his shaft in quick, even strokes.
My clit throbs, desperate for relief, but I keep my eyes glued on Luka, trying to memorize everything about this moment. Who knew a man masturbating could be so sexy? There’s something about it, the way he’s rough and deliberate, the way he doesn’t hold back…
God, I want someone to do that with me.
I bite my lip; my fingernails digging painfully into my palms as I watch him chase his release.
He’s so close, even I can feel it.
“Fuck,” he groans under his breath.
With my face practically pressed against the chair in front of me, I suck in a sharp breath…
And to my absolute horror, he goes still.
No. No. No.I squeeze my eyes closed, forcing myself to be as still as possible as I pray he doesn’t notice me.
But then his deep, gravelly voice cuts through the silence and those wild green eyes find mine. “Care to give me a hand here? Or do you just prefer to watch?”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Luka
“This isn’t what it looks like!” Scout shoots up from the floor, the antique lamp on the side table wobbles side to side, and she nearly trips over herself to steady it, knocking over a stack of books in the process.
Despite my annoyance with her snooping around behind my back, there’s a small part of me that delights in seeing her so visibly flustered.
“It isn’t?” I click my tongue as I study her, not even trying to hide my obvious perusal, nor the rock-hard boner that sticks out above the waistband of my unbuttoned pants.
It’s no surprise that her cheeks and neck burn bright crimson, making her wide, hazel eyes appear lighter as she stares at me through her round, gold-rimmed glasses.
Her light brown hair sits on top of her head in a messy bun, and she’s wearing a simple, white t-shirt and light pink cotton shorts. She may look like the picture of innocence on the outside, but there was nothing innocent about the way she was just watching me.
I’d noticed her hiding behind that chair not too long after I had my fist around my cock, the sounds of her heavy breathing giving her away. Admittedly, I was caught off guard. I don’t know how she managed to sneak in here without L.O.K.I noticing, but I figured if she had the balls to sneak in here, I may as well enjoy fucking with her.
I’d half expected her to stop me—to close her eyes or to turn away at the very least. But that’s not what happened at all… Instead, the little fiend leaned in and squirmed around so she could get a better angle. And fuck if that wasn’t what I was expecting.
Looks like my wife may have a secret kinky side after all.
To be honest, I’d only meant to fuck with her, make things so uncomfortable that she’d have no choice but to tap out. I tried not to make my awareness of her too obvious as I angled myself to give her a better view, even going as far as unbuttoning my shirt. And then I saw her shift her weight and the glazed look in her eyes.
Goddamnit, that was almost too much to take. As if I wasn’t already struggling to keep my mind out of the gutter, especially after her little confession the other night. I’ve even had to ask L.O.K.I. to keep her bedroom door locked at night, as an extra layer of precaution, just in case my unconscious body decides it wants to reenact all the sex dreams I’ve been having. It’s been years since I’ve sleepwalked, but at this point, I can’t take any chances.
Just seeing how affected she was from watching me, seeing how her eyes widened with a look of arousal mixed with curiosity… Fuck it was the single hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. And I’ve done my fair share of kinky shit. I had to edge myself just to keep from blowing a load and ending it before I was ready.
But then I remember that I specifically told her not to come up here, and my arousal shifts back into annoyance.
Scout holds out her hands, the panicked look on her face has her looking so fucking cute it has my blood boiling and my aching cock twitching to finish where I left off. I bite my cheek and take a deep breath, needing to distract myself before my body takes things into its own hands.
Round eyes stare back at me, blinking like she’s afraid to make any sudden moves… which isn’t that inaccurate. She swallows thickly. “I didn’t see anything…” her pathetic attempt at a lie.
