Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
But now, it’s time to get clean. Grabbing my soap, I lather myself up, running my hands over carved muscles and heavy pecs. I touch everywhere, including my cock, but when I turn once more to rinse my body, the woman’s gone. I guess she got what she came for.
Damn. I can’t help the disappointment that settles in my stomach even though I know I shouldn’t feel anything. She was a Peeping Tom for crying out loud, and what she did probably broke the law. Yet instead, I’m wishing that I got a chance to chat with her. How fucked up is that?
With a sigh, I shut the tap and then towel off before getting dressed. A few of the folks using the gym wave at me as I walk out and I nod dispiritedly. Somehow, I’m focused on that curvy brunette even though I don’t even know her name. Goddamn.
The sun bakes the concrete when I step into the parking lot, and invisible waves of heat rise from the tarmac. There’s my Audi over in the lot. It’s probably a sauna inside. But as I walk to my vehicle, my feet come to an abrupt halt because my sassy stalker is sitting in her car, which is parked right next to mine. Is she for real? With that, a devilish smile crosses my face because it’s time to confront the buxom brunette once and for all.
3
Paisley
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OMG, no way. That didn’t just happen. I must be dreaming because I totally didn’t sneak into the men’s locker room at McGee’s and watch Talon Creighton shower naked. Even more, he rubbed one out with a massive explosion at the end, and I was so turned on that I actually came myself.
Holy smokes, who does that? But he was so incredibly hot that I found myself fingering my pussy as I watched, and when he erupted, it triggered an immediate female response. The sight of all that come splattered against the stall wall made me cry out, and I let go too.
But now I’m sitting in my car in shock. What was I thinking? My profession is already questionable because we’re taking photos of celebrities when really, they’d rather be left alone. So I’ve added fuel to the fire, and given our targets another reason to hate us. Ugh, I shouldn’t have snuck into the men’s locker room.
But I did, and now I’m sitting the parking lot like a dummy. OMG. That was so hot and so wrong, and yet I want to do it all over again. I don’t regret it one bit because Talon Creighton is the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. I knew I was in trouble when he first got out of his car, but I couldn’t have imagined how much deeper I’d go. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before, and yet the MMA fighter didn’t even touch me! All I did was watch him, and apparently that was enough to drive me wild.
My phone sits face down on my passenger seat. I haven’t had the nerve to look at it yet because the photos are utterly scandalous. I’m not even sure I want to share the shower ones, to be honest. I may want to keep them, and to watch them again and again in the privacy of my darkened bedroom as I fantasize about the handsome man once more. Oooh, that’s going to be fun. Suddenly a knock on my car window startles me, and I jerk in the driver’s seat.
“Damnit,” I mumble. Then I turn and gasp. Oh shit! It’s none other than Talon Creighton himself standing right outside my closed window with an unreadable expression on his face. He gestures for me to roll down my window, and I do so.
“Hi,” I say in a shaky voice. “Um, can I help you?”
I try to sound like I have no idea who he is, but there’s a knowingness in his eyes that causes my stomach to churn.
“So what’s your name?” he asks in a deceptively casual voice.
“My name?” I ask innocently, eyes wide.
“Yes, your name,” he says in a dry tone. “Everyone has one.”
“Oh, I’m … um, Melania,” I say quickly. “Nice to meet you. And you are?”
He shoots me a pointed look.
“Really? So your name just happens to be the same as our former First Lady?”
“Yes!” I say brightly. “Isn’t that a coincidence? I’m not from Slovenia but um, my parents went there on their honeymoon.”
He merely shakes his head, those blue eyes gleaming.
“Listen, Melania. I know what you were doing.”
Again, I try for innocence. “What do you mean?”
Talon grimaces a bit. “Don’t act like you don’t know, sweetheart. You took pictures of me in the gym, and then in the locker room too. While I was in the shower, no less.”