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My second orgasm snuck up on me and I was in the middle of it before I realized it was even happening.

I panted as I came down and turned the vibrator off to give myself a break and went back to pinching and pulling at my nipples. Pretty soon, I was ready to go again, and I wanted to make the third one the best.

I took my time and slowly built the tension by increasing the levels of the vibrator until I was almost at the max.

Fuck, it was almost too good, and I didn’t hold back as I moaned and thrashed and got closer and closer until I detonated, crying out.

The last of the waves rolled through me as I heard a sound.

Someone was pounding on the wall.

Chapter Seven

Reid

I’d felt a headache coming on while I was at work. My patience was frayed, and I was so close to losing it that my supervisor had taken one look at my face and had told me to clock out early and shoved me toward the back office to get my shit.

Sometimes you just hit your limit and tonight I’d hit my limit.

I almost walked right into Sophie heading up the stairs. In my burned-out state I saw that brightness in her eyes that meant she wanted to talk to me. I wasn’t up for it.Not tonight.

I’d literally just grunted at her and shut the door. If that made her mad, then so be it.

First thing, I’d shoved leftover cold chicken in my mouth along with whatever else I could consume quickly since I was starving. Once I was fed, I hit the shower and fell into bed, barely having enough energy to pull on a long T-shirt.

It was time for sleep, but then I heard something that made my eyes snap open.

A moan. A sexual kind of moan, coming from the other side of the wall.

Sophie’s bedroom.

I froze, barely breathing as I listened for it again.

Oh. Oh fuck. She was…well. She was getting off. And I didn’t hear anyone else, so I was pretty sure she was by herself.

I should put some headphones on. I should turn on my TV and crank the volume.

I should block her out.

That wasn’t what I ended up doing.

No, I was the fucking freak who kept listening. Who jumped when I heard a buzzing sound. Fuck, she had a vibrator too. A loud one. Mine were all expensive and whisper quiet, so she must have one of those old-school grinders over there. She couldn’t be aware of how loud it was.

The sound increased, her gasps and moans and whimpers increased, and I heard her come again.

Now was the time to stop. To not be a total and complete pervert.

But I didn’t.

I kept listening. I kept listening as my hand raised the hem of my shirt and stroked between my legs.

It was like listening to porn. Sort of.

Live porn. Live porn of my ex’s little sister.

Jesus fuck, this was a bad idea. I had to stop.

My thoughts weren’t affecting my behavior because my hand was still between my legs and circling my clit with rapid strokes as I shut my eyes and listened to Sophie get closer to another climax.