I raised my eyebrows at that, drowsiness spreading through me as the breeze kept caressing my body and the bed warmed me.
Yeah? What do you think I need, then?
I wanted to take a nap because I had woken up at five in the morning today to write. I hadn’t been able to ignore the creative urge.
What you need…is some hot, hard loving, baby.
I tossed my phone aside as soon as I read that, ignoring the images that sprang up in my brain and the sharp current of desire shooting to my crotch. I needed to block her. I should have done that already and reported it a long time ago. So why hadn’t I?
Chapter 16
Wynter
He was sleeping again. I had come upstairs to check on him after two hours had passed and he still hadn’t come down to have lunch. At first, I’d tried to call him and sent him a text to let him know that the food had arrived but he hadn’t responded. So I’d come up to see him and found him asleep.
I hadn’t dared to step inside the room this time, instead opting to watch him from the doorway. His phone was right beside him and I wondered if my Twitter message had been the last thing on his mind before he drifted off to sleep. I couldn’t believe he had actually replied to me and not sounded angry about my stalking this time. It was like he had wanted to talk to me.
Leaning against the doorjamb, I ran my eyes over him slowly. This time, he only wore lounge pants and nothing else as he slept, clutching the pillow under his cheek with one arm, his beautiful body relaxed and alluring again. I wanted to get closer, give him some of that hot, hard loving which I knew he really did need but I stayed where I was, thinking instead of how he had looked in the office earlier when he had stood up after writing that sex scene.
His cheeks had been flushed and eyes glazed, the bulge in his pants pretty evident. I didn’t think Jude realized that he sometimes talked to himself while writing. I would be working quietly, listening to him tapping on the keyboard and then he would just say something completely random and I’d look up to find him engrossed in the story, not even aware that he had spoken out loud.
The words he had uttered today while typing out that sex scene... I’d been curious as hell but I hadn’t wanted to interrupt the process so I’d pretended like I wasn’t there. My pussy was tingling again and I was on fire for him. Especially after reading all the nasty, filthy ways he had made his characters perform that scene. I had felt the urge to put my hand between my legs and rub myself.
I wondered what he would do if he opened his eyes suddenly to the sight of me touching myself like I couldn’t help it. I wanted to tempt him so bad but I wasn’t sure of his feelings for me. Sometimes, he acted like he was attracted and other times, he was so distant and polite.
After the things I had gone through, I didn’t want to make moves on him sexually if he felt uncomfortable about it or wasn’t sure. I wanted him to want me. Crave me. Become helpless in his desire for me.
“Dream on, Wynter,” I mumbled to myself before backing away from the doorway and going back to the office.
Chapter 17
Jude
The unexpected snow hit hard that night and I had to lock up every window and door before switching up the thermostat. We'd had such a productive afternoon; I'd written several good, sex-free chapters and Riley had made a lot of my work easier with her research which was clear and thorough.
It was around eight now and we'd already had a heated up dinner of pasta and meatballs for her and pineapple and cucumber salad for me. I felt sated and comfortable as I lounged on the living room couch, watching some television; an informative crime documentary called Night Stalker. I enjoyed the psychology behind it and it helped me learn a lot about the way a stalker's mind worked.
Riley came downstairs to join me after a while. I had told her to use the shower in the guest bedroom and spend the evening however she wished.
"Hey, do you want to watch-?"
My question died on my lips before I could complete it. She stood there wearing my shirt and my boxers with her long hair down and her curves filling out my clothes and I forgot to breathe for a moment.
She never dressed like this, was always looking modest even when she'd gone out with us. But tonight, I could see how full her breasts were and her shapely thighs, her bare feet with that in-step and how the fall of her dark hair changed her entire look from serious and proper to downright seductive.
But her face, free of make-up and without those glasses, looked so young. So innocent.
"Night Stalker," she said as she peered at the TV and I clamped my gaping mouth shut and looked away from her.
She hadn't even noticed me staring at her and that was good. She had chosen to spend the night alone in my home with hardly anyone living within walking distance. I didn't want to be that guy. Although, it did amaze me a little that Riley trusted me so much.
"It's fascinating," I stated after she came and sat next to me on the couch.
I kept my eyes averted and we watched the show for a while before I realized that she smelled like the soap I always used. I blinked at that but still didn't look at her, didn't let myself wonder how she'd gotten a hold of my soap. Jennifer always stocked the guest bedroom with things she herself used.
"Most people would be creeped out by this, you know," Riley said to me, her voice low and husky.
Well I wasn't. Maybe something was wrong with me. I could try to figure out the workings of a stalker's mind for hours. The fire crackled in the corner and the wind howled outside, rattling my windows a little. I turned up the volume to listen properly just as Riley stretched her legs out in front of her.
My eyes went to them involuntarily and I knew it was probably time for me to get up and bid her a good night. I couldn't do this to her. Just because I was horny and was tempted by her, it didn't mean I was going to take advantage of her this way. I was her employer. I was someone she trusted and I was in a relationship. Which seemed to be going nowhere but that wasn't the point.
"Riley, I'm going to head off to bed," I muttered, bending forward to rest my elbows on my knees. "Will you be all right?"
She stood up quickly upon hearing my words. "I'm pretty sleepy as well, as a matter-of fact," she told me. "Bed sounds like a good idea."
She didn't move though and neither did I at first. But when I finally got to my feet and faced her, our bodies mere inches from each other, she was looking at me with want in her eyes. Her plump lips were parted, her gaze dark and drowsy and her breasts rose and fell with heavy breaths, the dark V of her cleavage enticing and visible because she hadn't fully buttoned that shirt.
I clenched my fists to my sides. "I thought you said your lover fucks like a dream."
She didn't even blink as her gaze fell to my mouth and she replied, "He does. But it's not enough. I need...more."
My own chest was rising and falling heavily at the way she was looking at me, at the need in that one word she had uttered. More.
One night wouldn't make a difference, right? We could indulge in this, get it out of our systems and let it go the next day. She was willing. She wanted me. And I was starved.
My cock stirred in my pants at the temptation she represented but I still didn't make any move towards her. It was Riley who slipped her fingers in mine, warm and confident, taking the lead.
"Let's go upstairs," was all she said before tugging on my hand.
I was mesmerized by the swaying of her hips and the roundness of her ass as we walked and fell even deeper under her spell. Just one night.
When we reached the first floor, her hand still in mine as though she didn't want to risk letting go of me, I tried to head inside the guest bedroom but Riley kept going upstairs, making me follow her in silence. My heart pounded in my chest as we reached my room, the sheets already turned down and rumpled after the nap I had taken this afternoon.
This wasn't right. I shared that bed with Jennifer. I couldn't-
My mouth went dry when she walked over to the bed an
d slid her palms over the mattress as though she was claiming that spot for herself before lifting her knees and crawling inside. Once she was settled in, Riley turned around and waited for me with a small smile playing around her lips.
Without a second thought, I shoved my pants down my thighs and stepped out of them before whipping my t-shirt off, my cock already at full attention just from anticipating the sex we were going to have.
"Fuck me like you made that good doctor fuck his stalker in your novel, Jude," she told me when I climbed into the bed.
"He was very rough," I rasped at her, my eyes narrowing as wave after wave of lust slammed into me. The media had dubbed me a savage animal just a week ago.
They honestly had no idea.
With cool determination, I bunched her shirt up in my fist, pulled her to me and then-
"Jude?"
I blinked, looking at her in confusion. Her voice sounded so far away.
"Jude, wake up. It's almost five."
What?
I opened my eyes then to Riley's innocent face peering down at me, a cup of steaming coffee in her hands.
"I waited for you. The food got cold. Oh and you left the windows open. You were shivering. Here."
She held out the coffee to me but I couldn't reach for it from this angle. I was lying on my stomach and I couldn't turn over because I was hard as a pole.
"Just put it on the night stand," I told her in a hoarse voice and she frowned at me a little before doing so.
"Are you okay?" she asked me, her eyes searching my face.
No. I’m really fucking horny. I had half a mind to ask her to get in bed with me right now and make my dream come true. It had been so vivid, so erotic. Nothing but raw lust and mutual need.
"Thank you for the coffee, Riley. I think you should go. I'll join you in a minute."
She nodded at me, the corners of her lips turned down at my abrupt dismissal. I felt bad but it had to be done. Normally, I would’ve smiled at her and chatted as I drank my coffee but my boner was demanding some attention.
"Close the door behind you," I told her softly when she stepped out into the hall.
She turned to give me another searching look. I had a habit of leaving my door open no matter what I was doing but of course she couldn’t know that. Quietly, she pulled it shut and I heard her footsteps fade away on the wooden floors.
I closed my eyes and tried to recreate the dream in my head. What would have happened if she hadn't woken me up? I would've fucked dream Riley like a savage animal, that was what.
It was okay. It was only a fantasy. It was healthy sometimes.
"Sometimes," I reminded myself with a whisper before my hand went to my dick.
Chapter 18
Wynter
The way his clothes hugged the curves of my body made me want to savor the feeling forever. Standing in the guest bedroom later that night, I studied myself in the mirror and decided I liked what I was seeing. Maybe Jude would like it too. His pale blue shirt clung tightly to my breasts and hips and the boxers showed off my legs. I kept my feet bare, hair down and glasses off as I headed downstairs.
Jude was in the living room watching TV on the couch. The snow had begun to fall quick and heavy and it was so rare and beautiful, I smiled every time I looked outside. He had started a fire, lending a cozy and relaxing vibe to the atmosphere and after the very productive afternoon we had had in the office writing and researching, I felt like I needed that.
My boss gave me a startled look when I approached him and I hid a smirk before looking at the television. Whoa. The show he had put on was called Night Stalker. The guy seemed to be fixated on the idea of stalkers now or something. How ironic. Deciding not to comment, I settled down next to him to watch as well.
Several times, I noticed him glancing at me out of the corner of my eye and finally, I met his gaze directly, wondering why he appeared so fidgety. His cheeks had turned slightly pink and I frowned at him in puzzlement but before I could ask him about it, he stood up abruptly and said, “I think I’m going to head off to bed now.”
I blinked at him and stood up as well because I wasn’t interested in hanging out here alone in the living room.
“We can’t, Riley,” Jude said in a rush and I stared at him in confusion.
“Can’t what?”
His throat worked as he swallowed and his eyes were wide and worried. Feeling concerned, I reached out a hand to touch him and Jude flinched, stepping away from me quickly. It hurt, the way he withdrew from me as though my touch was so despicable when I was only trying to offer him comfort. Shaking his head at me, he turned around to walk away from the other side of the couch.
“Goodnight. Please do let me know if you need anything else.”
I watched him leave with a sad expression, baffled by his behaviour and also, a little irritated. If my presence was bothering him so much, why did he even ask me to stay in the first place? He had seemed so determined to keep me here during our walk and now, he acted like he was repulsed by me.
And what else would I need? We’d already had dinner; pizza and salad with chocolate cake for dessert. With a sigh, I headed upstairs to the office to find myself something to read. I was never, ever going to force myself on Jude no matter how much he tempted me. I worshipped the ground he walked on, yes, but I wasn’t so pathetic as to make a man touch me sexually when he wasn’t interested. If I believed even for a minute that he would be receptive to my touch or closeness, I wouldn’t hesitate to seduce him but he had pulled away from me twice now and that was a clear sign for me. I told myself that being near him was enough, seeing him and talking to him was enough. I didn’t need the physical stuff.
Except that I did need it.
I left the office door open as I walked inside so that there would be enough illumination provided by the hallway light. It was warm in here, thanks to the thermostat and I only switched on a small lamp next to the shelves to choose my book for the evening. I didn’t want to go to bed straight away. I knew what would happen if I did. I would lie down and feel all drowsy and horny thinking about him and then I would do something stupid. Like touch myself and cry out his name. Maybe even go to his bedroom in the middle of the night and watch him sleep again, hoping he might be naked this time.
Groaning to myself in exasperation, I angrily yanked out one of the books and caused several others to fall down in the process. With a slight cringe, I bent to pick them up, feeling a little sorry for the inanimate things because I loved books so much and they didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of my frustration.
Another pair of hands with strong, lean fingers and sure movements joined me in picking them up after a second. I dragged in a slow breath and rose to stack the books without looking at or speaking to him. What did he want now? And why hadn’t he gone to bed like he so adamantly had declared a while ago? His presence was stimulating as he quietly helped me shelve the books in perfect order, not even bothering to check the spines. Of course. These were his books and he probably knew their positions by heart.
“Why aren’t you in bed?” I asked him, unable to stop myself from sounding grumpy.
Maybe he enjoyed teasing me, wearing those sexy sweats and a white vest that showed off his strong arms.
“I wasn’t really sleepy,” he replied as I placed a hardcover book on the counter beneath the shelves and opened it to flip through the pages absently.
“Oh, okay,” I mumbled. “Well, thanks for helping me. I got it from here.”
Jude didn’t move away. I flipped through the pages some more and my pulse raced when I felt the heat of his body drawing near me, almost pressing into my side. Almost. He didn’t touch me though.
Instead he asked in a careful, hesitant tone, “Is this okay?”
I blinked at the pages, not daring to lift my gaze and look him in the eyes. Is what okay? Him standing close to me? Should I even bother to say anything and then be humiliated when he pulled away from me again?
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��I don’t know,” I said, biting my lip even as heat gathered in my core and curls of desire ran up and down my spine. God, I sounded more like my eighteen year old self now than ever. He must be thinking I was so lame.
His chest touched my arm then and I held my breath, unable to believe that this was actually happening, that he was coming on to me. Or trying to? He seemed to be waiting for my consent or something. Jude Knight was a thirty-one-year-old, sophisticated, successful guy so why did it feel like he wasn’t as experienced as I believed him to be? According to public knowledge, Jennifer was his only girlfriend on the record but I was pretty sure he must have dated others. I mean, who could resist him when he looked like that and his brain worked a million miles per minute?
A second later, I felt the heat of his hand on my back through the fabric of my shirt. Shit. He really was coming on to me. I had not expected this. I wasn’t prepared for this. What the fuck was I supposed to do? I was a freaking virgin.
“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked me in a husky voice, his breath whispering against my temple. “Please say something. Just because you work for me, I don’t want you to think that you have to-“
He stopped speaking when I finally mustered up the courage to turn and face him, looking into his eyes and letting him see the desire in mine. I didn’t dare show my uncertainty though in case he stopped and left me alone. Because then he might never come close to me again.
Jude studied me for a while, let his gaze flicker towards my lips and then bent his head slowly, stepping even closer. I felt like he could hear just how hard and fast my heartbeats were. This was happening. Jude was going to kiss me. I was going to-
A moan escaped me, involuntarily, when those lips of his touched mine. So soft and sensual. Coaxing. Exploring. And I responded like a typical horny teenager by throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him tightly against my aching body.
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