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Over here, I want to yell. It’s been a full hour since I knocked on his door.

He’s probably ready to go to bed like me.

I wonder if he sleeps naked.

And I wonder if he’s wondering what it would be like to have me in his bed…just like I’m wondering the same.

Chapter Four

Bishop

I laid back in my bed with my eyes closed and my hands by my side thinking about how Penelope looked tonight.

I’d even pulled out the picture album her mom made me after I left town. I wanted to see if I’d lost my mind or if Penelope had changed that much.

She had. In the pictures she looked nothing like how she looked tonight. She was cute, sure, but a kid.

I put the picture album away almost immediately but what wouldn’t go away was the throbbing erection that I had for her.

I hadn’t seen her in two years, and damn, how much she’d changed.

When she turned to leave my front step I ran to the window like a kid watching for the ice cream truck or something, but instead I wanted to get a look at her backside as she walked away. God what a perfect ass.

She didn’t know I was watching her. Or maybe she did. Maybe she wanted it.

Why else would she change out of that tight costume right by her window on the side of her apartment that faces my house?

I stood back, away from my window like some kind of pervert…watching her. Wanting her. Needing her.

I didn’t even have to touch myself or anything, my cock was so damn hard at the sight of her, and the thought that I shouldn’t be watching my best friend’s daughter undress, that I could have come if I hadn’t intersperse my thoughts with baseball.

Damn, surely she knew what she was doing. And damn again, because she left that thin curtain closed so I could only see her shape, but not her skin.

The skin that I want to run my tongue along every inch of as I taste her, please her, and make her beg for more.

I could stroke myself now to the thought of her and I’d shoot my load within seconds. I know it.

But I can’t.

I’m not allowing myself this shallow “victory.” I want the real thing. I don’t want to fantasize about being with her. I want her here, in my arms, underneath me, riding me.

I want her in the kitchen, in the shower, against the wall, and in my bed. I want her everywhere.

And if I stroked myself to the thoughts of taking her in those places right now I know I’d come so hard that I wouldn’t be able to control my moans.

Moans so loud that even she would hear.

But the real question is, once she heard them would I hear her moan back shortly thereafter like two wolves calling to each other in the night?

But we’ll see tomorrow night.

Some of the other professors have a haunted house going and I’ve got two choices. I can accompany her through it or I can work it…but just for her visit.

Part of me says I should accompany her, but another part of me says I should work it.

And there’s a reason why. A very selfish reason why that is as devilish as the Halloween season.

But no matter what I decide there’s one decision that I made up the minute she stepped on my front porch.

She’s mine.

Chapter Five

October 30th (the next evening)

Penelope

I step out of my apartment building with my senses heightened.

Just thinking of Bishop makes me feel more alive, and knowing that I’ve got what might be considered a date with him tonight has every fiber of my being firing.

A shiny, black SUV sits idling across the street. The windows are tinted but the front windshield isn’t.

And there’s no way that’s not Bishop sitting inside. You don’t mistake a six feet five inch two hundred and fifty pound man for the guy next door, even though he very much is the man next door…by design.

His driver’s side window quickly darts down and I see his eyes focused on me.

I’m walk towards him, but my mind is at odds with my body. My body says to run to him and do all the things with him that I’ve dreamed of.

And my mind screams “predator,” and “run” in the opposite direction.

But matters of the heart aren’t settled in the mind, they’re settled by the unsettled rumblings in my core and the need that’s literally coming out from underneath my underwear.

As I get closer he steps out of the SUV as he towers over me, causing that flight or fight response to inch even higher up the survival scale.

I can feel the pulse in my neck throb as I watch his eyes dilate as he keeps his focus trained on me as he walks around to the passenger side, and I follow along right in step…in sync…in rhythm as our bodies should always be.

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