21. SHANE
21
SHANE
T he look on her face when she saw the lilies was beautiful. Her smile stretched wide, eyes sparkling, but the look on her face now as she unwraps the gift on her bed is priceless.
I zoom in, making sure I get a good look at her face inspecting the silk nightdress. It’s probably not as comfortable as her pyjamas, and it certainly won’t keep her warm this winter, but she’ll look fucking amazing in it.
Her fingers glide over the deep turquoise fabric.
I shoot off a text from my new phone. The one I’ll use solely for her and the app so she doesn’t know it’s me. The one I recorded her on last night.
Put it on for me.
She reaches into her pocket, retrieving her phone, and smiles as she reads the message. But it’s short-lived as she scans the room. She’s a smart girl, but I doubt she’ll find the camera I fitted in her metal bed frame, resembling the head of a screw. What she doesn’t know is they’re dotted all over her house.
The security system I set up for her a few years back didn’t give me the access to her I need. Call me unhinged, but if my girl enjoys being watched, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.
Are you watching me?
Do you want me to?
She scans the room again, this time walking around the bed, searching in the wardrobe and looking behind the curtain.
You need to get some sleep. I want you refreshed for later.
Do you really think I can sleep now?
I’ll help you. As soon as you try on my gift.
She takes off her blue tunic, then her bra and knickers. Watching her strip is torturous as I sit behind my desk at the station, unable to do much about the chub growing against my zipper.
She slips the nightdress over her head and lets it caress her skin, falling over every curve. Her thumb runs underneath the delicate straps on her shoulder and she looks every bit the femme fatale. On the outside, I’m the good guy, but for her I’ll be the villain, breaking into her place to give her the escape she craves.
I wish I could have stayed the night with her, slept in her bed, and woke up with her in my arms like any other couple. Instead, I fled like a thief in the night, taking a piece of her with me.
Her hands smooth over the fabric at her stomach, moving down to the split at her thigh that reveals her lily tattoos. Her hand slips beneath the fabric, and she tilts her head back with a moan.
I shoot her a text.
You’re not allowed to get yourself off without me
So come on the app and join me.
Not yet
Damn it. Logging into her security camera on a work computer is one thing, but I can’t log into her adult content while I’m at work.
She removes her hand and looks around the room again, as if searching for the camera.
Do you like your gift?
It’s beautiful. Thank you.
Get in bed now and get some rest. That’s an order.
Yes, sir.
I groan inwardly, wishing I didn’t have a job to do right now so I could bury myself balls deep in my woman.
The burner phone in my hand rings, flashing up her name, nightingale . My lips curl into a smile, watching her on the security camera as she smells the second bouquet of calla lilies in the bedroom.
“You just can’t get enough of me, can you?” I say in a deep voice through the handset.
Her fingers stroke the delicate flowers. “I wanted to tell you nobody’s ever bought me flowers before.”
I sit up in my chair, finding it hard to believe. “You mean none of your subscribers have bought you flowers before?”
“I mean nobody .”
“Fuck.” I rub the ache in my chest. “I’d buy the whole damn florist for you if I could, just to see you smile.”
“Can I ask why you got calla lilies?”
“Do you not like them?”
“I love them, but I wondered if there was a reason you got those ones.”
I huff out a laugh. “If you know what they symbolise, you’d know that I can hardly get you white lilies now, could I?”
She giggles on the other end of the phone. “Because they symbolise virginity and purity.”
I lean back in the office chair and spin the pen on my desk. “Do you know what the calla lily means?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Let me refresh your memory. It symbolises how beautiful you are, and it’s a sign of my devotion to you.”
Her mouth parts as she looks around the room again. “When can I see you again?”
A chuckle escapes. “Does your pussy need some more attention?”
“No. Well, yes, but I just want to spend more time with you.”
I knew the flowers were a bad idea. She’s getting attached. As much as I want her to fall in love with me, I want her to fall in love with Shane, not the mask. But if she knows we’re the same man, our relationship will be over for both of us.
A groan tumbles from my lips. “I wish I was there now.”
She drops onto the bed, twirling a lock of hair with one hand and holding the phone with the other. “If you were here now, what would you do?”
“I’d eat your delicious pussy.” Another groan rumbles down the line. “What would you want me to do?”
Her hand slides over the slip in her nightdress, her nails caressing her inner thigh, inching closer to her pussy. With a breathy whisper, she says, “Fuck me.”
A dark chuckle escapes my mouth. “I thought about fucking you last night. I wanted to, but all good things come to those who wait.”
“I have condoms in my bedside drawer, if that’s what held you back.”
“I’m clean, and I’m guessing you are, too.” Now I’ve seen her birth control pills in her bathroom cabinet, I’m more comfortable fucking her raw. Not that I wouldn’t welcome a family with her, but that would mean revealing my identity. “When I fuck you, there’ll be no barrier between us.”
She sucks in a breath, her nipples like bullets standing tall under the silk fabric of her nightdress. “Sir,” she breathes out, fluttering her lashes.
“Get some rest, nightingale. Go out with your friends tonight, and we’ll catch up soon.”
Ben bursts through the office door. “Sarge, the inspector’s waiting to start the de-briefing.”
I nod, covering the handset with my hand and hoping she didn’t hear that. Lifting it to my ear, I say, “I’ll call you when I’m free.”
“Okay, sir.”