Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [8]
She bit her lip, torn between relief, flattery, and . . . what felt like a very sensible worry that prompted her next reply. FLYBOY2: I suppose I could unhook the webcam from the computer.
FLYBOY1: You won’t.
So confident.
FLYBOY2: You don’t think so?
FLYBOY1: No.
And for some reason, she knew he was right. This was his home, and he’d been generous enough to lend it to someone he didn’t know. Despite the circumstances, it seemed wrong to mess with his equipment and risk breaking something or somehow screwing up his expensive computer.
It would be daunting to sit here working, knowing he might be watching her at any time, but so long as she kept her clothes on, it was no big deal. Logically, anyway. In fact, before long, he’d probably get bored and stop watching her at all.
As she sat contemplating that, he sent another message. FLYBOY1: If you change your mind, I’ll be here tonight at ten.
She drew in her breath, then simply lifted her gaze to the camera and quietly shook her head.
FLYBOY1: By the way, assign yourself a new I.M. name other than mine. Flyboy2 just doesn’t suit you. ;)
She felt a bit numb as she typed. FLYBOY2: What does?
FLYBOY1: Something sexy. Good-bye for now, sexy.
FLYBOY2: Good-bye, Flyboy. Happy empire toppling.
FLYBOY1: I’ll see you tonight. ;)
The story finally took off—in leaps and bounds. By the time darkness fell around the mountainside home, Laura had written a chapter and a half and had outlined approximately a third of the book in her mind. Turned out the man Aunt Mimsey had seen lurking around the neighbors’ guesthouse had been a dark, handsome, rugged sort, full of mystery. Riley had confronted him—and been bowled over by his confident sex appeal.
Not a normal encounter for Riley Wainscott. Like Laura, Riley dated, sometimes had relationships that lasted a while, sometimes woke up happy after making love, but always behaved sensibly when it came to men and sex. So much so that it was almost a moot point in Riley’s life, a subject that never really played into Laura’s plots in any significant way—until today. For the first time, Laura had uncovered the sensual woman beneath Riley’s staid exterior. She’d let Riley experience an unbidden pulse between her thighs, just as Laura had that morning. And she knew that pulse, that temptation, that forbidden instinct, would have real consequences for Riley and this case before the book was through.
She walked away from the computer with a familiar sense of satisfaction and progress—thank God, she was back on track!
Of course, walking away, leaving Riley and her enigmatic stranger behind, gave her time to begin pondering other things—like her online conversation with Monica’s cousin this morning.
She still didn’t know his name. They’d shared an intimate exchange about her pussy and his cock, but she didn’t know the man’s name. Ridiculous.
No, more than ridiculous. More like shocking. What had driven her to continue the conversation when she’d known good and well that the safe move was to ignore his suggestive comments and questions? Watching the pleasure wash over your face while you worked your hot little pussy pushed me over the edge. Okay, way more than suggestive. He’d been downright obscene. What she’d done this morning was so dangerous that she could scarcely believe she’d been so foolish, or so bold.
Moving into the kitchen, as spacious and lavish as the rest of the house, she dug in the refrigerator for the leftover spaghetti she’d cooked last night, trying desperately to ignore her physical response to the memory of this morning. Like it or not, thinking of him had her body humming again.
But then, hadn’t her body been humming all day? She could tell herself it had been humming on Riley’s behalf, for a shadowy stranger who might mean harm to Aunt Mimsey or her neighbors, but how could she deny to herself who that stranger really was? Her voyeur. Her companion in dirty message exchange. Her pussy tingled at the admission.
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