Page 29 of Righteous Deceit

I tread as quietly as possible toward the hallway, not wanting to give away my position. I studied her home's floor plan while waiting for her to return. But she has to be somewhat aware of that.

I broke into her home.

I disarmed her alarm system.

She knows I’m no amateur.

I pause just before the turn into the hallway. The house is piercingly quiet, and I hold my breath to let my ears search the stillness for any sign of her presence.

Her heartbeat.

Her soft inhales or shaky exhales.

The gentle touch of her feet.

But it’s as though I’m alone.

Her house screams out in silence, and I frown.

Stepping into the hallway, I look toward the guest bedroom, turning my body with my head.

I move with precision. One foot in front of the other. Heel first, the toe of my boot pressing down with the dedication of a panther stalking its prey.

I’m a mere three steps from the doorway when I hear the slide of the glass door to the courtyard.

I grin.

My silly little treasure.

This is more exciting than the forest. Sia should have a home advantage, but her confidence in her safe space has made her reckless.

I continue my unhurried pace through the guest room, moving toward the courtyard with victory coursing through my veins,

She’ll know who I am.

This secret will be ours and no longer only mine.

The intimacy in that knowledge stirs inside my jeans, and I adjust the swell of my cock.

She’ll be trapped. Cornered without hope of escape.

The light of the moon spills in through the open door. I’m at home, ready to see how the night sky glows against her skin.

But stepping into the small space, I’m alone.

My brow furrows.

No way did she make it over the wall in such a short period.

I spin on my heel in time to hear her stumble over the tumbled sofa.

She played me.

My treasure anticipated my every move.

My cock grows harder.

I race back into the living room.

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