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Kieran: Oh…send me a picture.
Lifting my cell, I open the camera and zoom in a little.
Heat surges through my veins in a way I’m sure it would if I were sending him a dirty picture. I mean, I am sending him a dirty picture…of my windows.
I can’t help but laugh at how different I am from all the other women he’s been with. I’ve seen some of the pictures they send him, and I can honestly say that not a single one of them has been a window.
Before I talk myself out of it, I hit send and wait.
Kieran: Why didn’t I set up a camera? Do you think one of your neighbors filmed it?
Panic fills me, and I’m on my feet and at the window before I know it.
My eyes scan the buildings before me as my heart pounds and my hands tremble.
They could have all watched me get fucked against a window.
They may have all enjoyed it…
But as I scan the windows, I realize that I don’t see anyone.
Kieran: I’d fucking love to watch that. Would be the best porno I’ve ever seen.
Effie: Stop, please.
Kieran: That’s not what you were saying last night…
Kieran: Or this afternoon…
Kieran: How is your desk? Did you manage to clean up the wet patch?
Effie: You are so gross.
Kieran: I wasn’t the one who made the mess…
Kieran: My fingers still smell like you, though. Makes me hard every time I sniff them.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, my thighs clenching.
Kieran: I’m not doing anything about it though. The next time I come, it’s going to be inside you.
Fuck. He’s good.
Keiran: Where do you want it?
Kieran: Mouth?
Kieran: Pussy?
Kieran: Ass?
Effie: This wasn’t what I meant when I agreed that we should talk.
Kieran: All three? I knew my girl would be up for the challenge.
I squirm, the pulsating between my thighs increasing before I spin around to sit back on the couch; only, my legs take me in a very different direction. I need a distraction before Kieran has me doing things I’ll regret.
Like video calling him…