Page 29 of Midnight Whispers

My movements cease completely.

The scent of her arousal fills the air only seconds before the faint whisper of a moan reverberates off the walls in her room. My eyes fixate on the slight movement beneath her comforter. As if she can sense the desire building in my gut, she throws the blanket off to the side with a frustrated toss. My cock strainsagainst my zipper as I watch her spread herself, her low moans singing to me like a siren’s song.

I fight against the urge to release the growl that builds in my throat as I watch her movements become frenzied. The air in the room thickens with the desperation of her release, while her fingers pump into her glistening center. Every part of me begs to crawl on my hands and knees just to taste her. I want to be the one that causes the sweet whimpers that are escaping from her full lips. Her back arches as she bites her bottom lip to smother the moan that begs to be let out.

Lillia slowly slides her fingers in and out of her center, savoring the last wave of her climax. Her body relaxes and without ever looking toward the corner I’m in, she leaves the room. Second later, I hear the bathroom door close and the water begin to run. As much as I don’t want to, this is the perfect chance for me to leave.

I stand and turn to her desk where I find a stationary and a pencil. Quickly, I write down a quick thought and fold it up. I leave it on her pillow for her to find once she returns from her shower before I sneak through the house and leave from the back door.

13

I tiptoe to the bathroom,the old hardwood flooring groaning beneath my footsteps. No matter how hard I try to shut the door quietly, the darn hinges creak as it shuts behind me. Staring back at me are the dark circles beneath my eyes in my reflection, proof of the absence of sleep I have been enduring for the past few nights.

I did exactly as he commanded, my stranger, but imagined it was his hands bringing me pleasure. His touch left traces of electricity coursing through my veins, stomach drops at the memory of the tips of his fingers grazing over my skin.

When you touch yourself tonight.

Getting myself off has been something I’ve basically always had to do, especially with Parker as my partner. But this stranger did something to me, though. I have no idea what it is, but thinking of him made me feel more turned on than I had been in a long time. I couldn’t help but think what it would feel like if he was the one touching me, pleasuring me.

My god, you need to get a grip.

You don’t even know his name.

I turn on the faucet of the shower, throw my hair up into a bun, and begin to undress. My tattered band tee falls to the ground, landing just in front of me. I step inside the tub and pull the curtain closed before letting the heat from the water rush over my body. I let it run down the front of me, before turning around to let it saturate my back. I lather my loofa and wash the entirety of my skin. Once I’m satisfied, I remain in the water until it begins to run cold.

Wrapping the towel around me, I cross the hallway back into my room. Since it’s October, I know I can count on it being at least kind of cold. I grab my long forest green cotton dress and my favorite beige cardigan. When I turn to lay them on my bed, a folded-up piece of paper on my pillow catches my eye.

I walk across the room to pick it up and the first thing I notice when I unfold it is the drawing of a peony in the bottom left corner. The style isverysimilar to the portrait that was left on the table. My eyes glide over to something written in an elegant cursive in the center of the paper.

I just can’t seem to stay away. Can I?

My stomach does a flip.

My stranger knows where I live, and he was in the house. The most conflicting emotions I feel, however, are deciding if I’m scared or excited.

What does it say about me if I feel excited?

My god, there must be something wrong with me.

In hopes to move my thoughts elsewhere, I shove the note into the top drawer of my dresser and get dressed. I check the time on my phone, and it reads 5:45 am. I'm not supposed to go to the coffee shop today, but I decide I need the distraction. So I dress quickly and leave a note for Flora on the fridge before heading to town on my bike.

I say good morning to the shop owners next to Alcott’s and park my bike on the side of the building. Sophi already has her hands full with the regulars that come in before seven am, rain or shine.

“Hey boss! I didn’t think you were coming in today!” she calls out with a smile.

“Yeah. I wasn’t supposed to, but I couldn’t sleep so I thought I might as well.”

She lets out a chuckle and returns to the customer she’s handing change to. They thank her with a smile then turn and nod in my direction before exiting the shop. I head to the back room and start sifting through the paperwork in desperate need of filing, honestly anything to get my mind right again.

After a few hoursof reorganizing my office, Sophi knocks at the door.

“Hey Lil. There’s a man here asking to see you.” She points toward the register and lowers her chin. “He’sreallyfreaking hot.”

“Thanks. I’ll be right there.” My stomach suddenly tightens up, hoping that it will be my stranger.

I check my hair in the mirror that hangs by the door of my office before exiting. My smile quickly changes when Cedar turns to face me.

“Hey you. Got a minute?”