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She doesn’t respond. She’s probably on a mission now.

An hour later, Maddox’s car pulls in, followed by Tiffany. Seems like it wasn’t that hard to talk him into a fuck. I turn the lights off and walk out to the porch to watch them.

I can’t make out their conversation, but I can hear them mumbling to one another. I watch Tiffany take her clothes off… she’s like me, no shame.

Maddox flicks his eyes in my direction, and we make eye contact. I think I see what’s happening here. He wants me to watch them fuck. I move out to the steps and turn my attention to them. Tiffany doesn’t know I’m here, but he does.

There’s a picnic table in the front of his house and she leans over the seat of it. He has the perfect view of me now. It’s so quiet out here and I can hear the zipper on his pants.

I watch him push inside her. Tiffany makes the most annoying noises. She’s always been like that when she has sex. “Fuck, yes, just like that, baby.” She’s loud and I know she’s trying to make her voice carry so I can hear.

Maddox doesn’t say anything. He never breaks eye contact with me. When she’s done, he tosses her clothes in her direction and I watch her stomp to her car. I don’t think it was what she was expecting.

He stalks over in my direction. “Did you like that?” he asks in that husky voice of his.

I shrug and take a drink of my beer. “I don’t think you did.”

“I didn’t. All I could think about was you riding my face.” I hide a grin behind my bottle. I don’t want him to know that I enjoy that he thought about me the whole time.

“What were you doing at the club?” I ask.

“Looking for you. I figured you’d be working tonight.”

“I took an extra day off. I had some furniture being delivered.”

He nods in understanding. “I should have stayed home. I’d have rather had my face between your legs again.” Most girls would blush at his words, but I’m not like most girls.

“Your loss.” I smirk, standing up from the swing.

“Yes, it was.”

“I’m going to head to bed though. Maybe you’ll get lucky another night? Or maybe not. You could always call Tiffany up again.” I throw a glance in his direction to gauge his reaction.

“Was that her name?”

I smirk and walk inside. This cat and mouse game with him is fun. It’s been a while since I had any excitement in my life.

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The next morning,Maddox isn’t outside hammering, and his car isn’t home. Why I care about what he’s doing is beyond me. I glance around my dump of a house and see that it’s actually starting to come together. Sure, the paint is chipping, there’s a couple of holes in the wall, and the carpet is stained, but it’s starting to resemble a home.

I prop my feet up on the coffee table I picked up from the Goodwill yesterday and pull out my phone.

Belle: Did you get your fuck last night?

Tiffany: You couldn’t hear me? It was fucking fantastic. That guy is wild about me.

I shake my head. If only she knew that I watched the entire thing, she’d probably be singing a different tune right now.

Tiffany: Have you had the chance to fuck him yet?

She’s fishing now, trying to find out if I had him first. Normally, I’d have no problem sharing details from a fuck with Tiffany, but for some reason, I want to keep this one to myself.

Belle: Nah.

Tiffany: Wow. Really?

I’m hoping if I show no interest in him, she will back off. She usually only pays attention to the men that pay attention to me.

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