Me:
Perfect. See you tomorrow.
Getting on my own phone since I wasn’t sure when Millie would get the grocery order delivered, I placed an order for pastries and coffee from her favorite coffee shop, and had it set for delivery at six in the morning, when Holt would no doubt be awake for the day.
Only when the kitchen was clean as a whistle did I let myself out of her house and into my own.
I waited until the lights kicked on in her room, watched her get ready for the day, then finally allowed my eyes to fall asleep.
A week after that, my eyes were tired as hell, but no amount of tiredness was going to stop them from staying open to witness the show that Baker was inadvertently giving me right then.
Seeing as the two windows were facing each other, all I had to do was sit back against the bed I’d strategically placed against the wall opposite her window and lean back against the wall of pillows.
Baker stripped for her shower like usual, but then she stopped and examined herself in the reflection of the window glass.
She touched her throat, then her collarbone.
She skimmed both hands up the length of her body, cupping her gorgeous breasts that were still engorged with milk.
She let them fall, and I watched the sumptuous bounce of her tits as she moved those hands lower.
When they got to her pussy, she pressed in, covering her from my sight.
My cock was hard as hell as I squeezed it through my jeans, willing it to calm down.
All she was doing was touching herself, and likely not in an erotic way.
Though, since my imagination was running wild making up scenarios why she was giving me this show right now, I decided to go with the thought that maybe she knew exactly who was watching her through the blackened windows.
Maybe she knew that I was lying on my bed, cock hard, willing it to not erupt at just the sight of her.
Then, as if she could hear my thoughts, she walked to the bed and around it to the small bedside table with a single drawer and pulled out…
My breath hitched as I saw the small silver dildo.
I’d bought it for her on a whim and had it sent to her address, though it was addressed to my new corporation.
She likely thought it was an accidental delivery—but it wasn’t.
It was strategic.
I wanted to see her use it.
She turned to the bed and kneeled on it, her perfect body now on full side display, and I nearly came in my pants.
Fuck, was she beautiful.
She had the perfect body, one I wanted to run my tongue over.
Fuckkkk.
She crawled onto the bed and turned the silver vibrator on, a blush rising on her cheeks when she felt the vibration.
And, thanks to neither one of our air conditioners being on right then, I could hear the healthy buzz of it through the thin walls and six feet of space between our two houses.
She gently touched one finger to the tip of the vibrator, and her tiny little tongue poked out.
Leaning back against her own wall of pillows, she lifted one leg and placed it flat on the bed, while the other went up and out to the side, unknowingly exposing herself to me.
