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Today, I’m just Chloe.
Valid
I quickly make my way to the window, pressing my face against the frosted glass to get a better look.
What?
“I’m Jack,”
ITS HIM
Not only has he been shoveling my walkway after every storm, but he also hung the Christmas lights outside my window. Granted, it was a single and simple strand of lights on my tall shrub, but I appreciated the effort. “Ha! Not that lazy fool. I’ve known Lionel for years, and that man hasn’t stepped a foot on this property since . . . who knows?” I reenter the living room with the steaming mugs. “But if he didn’t, then who did?” I ask, handing Mr. Haven his tea. He chuckles, cradling the mug between his gnarled hands. “Maybe Santa’s elves. Or you have yourself a helpful stalker.”
How many nights have I done this now? Lurking, watching, waiting. It’s become an addiction I can’t control.
I crouch low beneath the window, careful not to disturb the freshly fallen snow since the last time I secretly shoveled. Can’t leave any trace that I was here.
KNEW IT
Over the past few years, I’ve been shoveling Chloe’s walkway after a snowstorm for three reasons.
Few years is crazy
Except for the times, like now, that I stand outside her window in the cold. Watching. Obsessing. Stalking.
period
I promise myself that this will be the last time I come around to watch her from afar. But deep down inside, I know that’s a lie. Chloe Hallman is my drug.
Period
Hailey has always been drawn to the shadows,
“Well, Jack the firefighter,” she says, her tone playful,
Jack the firefighter I’m weakkkkk
Someone who has the same sexual interests as me. And something about Tyler tells me that the man likes his coffee very vanilla.
His eyes light up, and for a moment, I regret the invitation. But it’s too late now, and besides, it’s just coffee. What harm could it do?
I wonder
I want to burst through that window and explain the dangers, lecture her on fire safety, spank her naughty and perfect ass, and then beg her to let me fix it properly.
Uh
But I don’t. Instead, I pull out a nanny camera. It would fit so perfectly next to this alarm and Chloe would never be the wiser.
HUH?!?!
“Well, I was hoping to catch you in person, and I remembered how you often come into the office with your coffee and I remembered it was Pete’s Café. I’m actually right outside. Mind if I join you?” My stomach drops. This is . . . weird.
She finds it weird but is lowkey obsessed with a man that literally stalks her as well
“Thank you,” I manage to say. I shrug. “No big deal really. I just have a stalker.”
HAHAH
I hesitate, my fingers tightening around the warm mug. God, if only I could tell him my darkest and most desired secret.
having him knock our hot chocolates to the floor with one swoop of his arm and throw me across the table instead? He’d tear off my clothes and fuck me without a second thought to the people around us. Nothing could get in the way of his hunger for me and—
Ooo girl
Could it be because I wanted to tie him to a coffee shop chair and slowly chop his hand off with a butter knife? Maybe.
It takes me a moment to recognize it: a hot-pink dildo, thick and large. My mouth goes dry as she runs it along her thigh, her lips curving into a wicked smile.
OH
The music changes into something lower. Enough so that I can actually hear her speak now as she inserts the dildo past her silky folds. Holy shit! I’m staring at Chloe’s bare, and absolutely perfect pussy.
OH OK
I know, I want to say. I want to admit that I was the one working the scene that night. That I was the firefighter who pulled her parents’ bodies from the wreckage. That I held her shaking hand as I got her into the ambulance. That I went to the hospital after my shift to check on her and have watched over her ever since.
OH OK
“There’s something about you, Jack. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but . . . I feel like I can trust you. Is that crazy?”
If only she knew
He takes hold of my hand. “But I will keep a hold of this. Just in case.” “Just in case,” I parrot as our fingers lace together.
Oop
“Wanna know a secret? I happen to like dark,” he says, his eyes connecting with mine. Jesus. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the sudden spark of electricity between us. “Dark, huh? Be careful what you wish for, Jack.” He holds my gaze, his expression turning serious. “I’m not afraid of the dark. Or of you.”
“Good night, Ms. Scrooge,” he murmurs. “Sweet dreams of sugarplums and serial killers.”
And Jack may be sexy as fuck, but no way is he the type of man that would pull my hair, choke me out, and fuck me as I plead for mercy.
Oh ok
You want a man who doesn’t ask. He just does. You want a man who takes control, who knows what you need before you even realize it yourself. I see a woman who craves intensity. Who wants to be pushed to her limits, to experience everything life has to offer. But I also see someone who’s afraid. Afraid of losing control, of being truly vulnerable.
No camera, he adds as if reading my mind. Just you and me . . . and our fantasies.
Cause he can already see you
Good girl, WinterWatcher replies. Now spread your legs. Wide.
AHHHHH
Yup, I’m going to hell on a sleigh ride. I’m double-fisting my ticket to hell.
I don’t need to see you to know you are being the perfect good girl you are. Move your fingers nice and slow over your clit.
The scent of sandalwood and musk intoxicates me,
I dont remember jack smelling like this
His lips find mine in a passionate kiss, and I surrender to the intensity of the moment.
Its tyler it has to be
I glance back at the window and give a smirk to the viewers. Yeah, that’s right. He’s mine for the night.
Oh period
The scent of her arousal fills the air, casting an animalistic spell over me. I waste no time in devouring her, my tongue teasing her clit as I slide two fingers inside her.
Oh okay!
Chloe’s back arches off the bed as she cries out, “Jack!” even though she doesn’t realize it’s me. Wait . . . did she just call out my name? I freeze, and she sits up, eyes wide.
my erection springing free.
why
And when I found myself standing at Jack’s apartment building last night, had he been home . . . I would have fucked him. I needed to fuck him.
“I think having a fireman’s hose inside you is exciting enough,” Sloane says with a loud laugh. “Sloane! You aren’t helping.”
Pretty girl, I have so many. That’s just one of hundreds when it comes to you.
Cute actually
And then something wild and insane comes into me. It’s time. It’s time to reveal who I truly am. Before I lose my courage, I reach for her blindfold.
OH PERIOD
A slow smile spreads across her face, her eyes lighting up with a mixture of surprise and . . . is that delight? “It’s you,” she whispers, her voice filled with wonder. “I should have known.”
“Oh yes,” she purrs, pushing me onto my back and straddling my hips. “I want to explore every inch of you, now that I can put a face to all those delicious messages.”
OH OK
Jack’s hands slide down my sides, his touch igniting sparks across my skin. I lean back against him, feeling his solid chest pressed against me.
Ok period
making sure the camera captures the moment as I stroke his massive size.
Um ok massive
“That’s what I was hoping to hear from my good girl.”
I want rafe to call me a good girl
I don’t want to fuck this up. Please don’t let me fuck this up.
Hes gonna fuck it up
Captain Rodriguez
Im dead
