changed shortly after the redhead had moved in next door.
"Gotta go," he said quietly into his headset, and logged off mid-gunfight, but not before he heard KillerEdBrown laugh and say, "Pervert."
All his gaming buddies knew to expect his absence for a least an hour after Lyla got home.
With a couple keystrokes he had piggybacked onto her wireless router and hacked into her webcam, anxiously waiting the few seconds for the system to link up. Just seeing her as she crossed into the camera's field of vision caused his dick to go half-wood on him.
God, she was sexy. His favorite moment was coming, now. She'd taken off her blazer and was reaching up to unpin her hair.
"Oh yeah," he whispered as the long red locks fell about her shoulders and she shook them out.
He had long ago stopped feeling bad for watching her without her knowledge. In the earliest days after she moved in a year ago, he'd tried to resist hacking her system. He'd even visited her under the pretext of the friendly neighbor helping her secure her system, but the devil had made him leave a back door....
Sometimes he even pretended she knew he was watching, the intimacy of the moments he witnessed were so powerful. And she surely suspected the kitten statue he'd given her for Christmas and insisted on putting on a particular shelf—the shelf that had the best alternate view of her—was more than just a statue.
Lyla was unbuttoning her blouse now, standing in perfect view of the camera he'd dubbed the "pussy cam." He watched, mesmerized, as more and more of her creamy flesh was revealed. He savored the moment her belly piercing became visible. Unbuttoning his 501s, he pulled his cock out, making the most of the moments before she slipped on her camisole. He wrapped his hand around his fevered flesh and tugged, inhaling at the sight of her nipples as she pulled her bra off.
She let the cami slide down her upraised arms, and Adam imagined it was his hands running along her flesh as he tugged a little harder, his breath coming more quickly.
That rockin' body of hers in that camisole had sealed the desire he'd had to see more of her after he'd caught her ducking into the hall to fetch her paper one Sunday. Between that glimpse of her and hearing her giving her vibrator a workout nearly every night...it had been impossible to resist getting a better look at her.
She must have had a rough day, he thought as he watched her pause in her undressing to pour herself a glass of wine. Then, after setting the glass on the desk, she unzipped and shimmied out of the pencil skirt, leaving the fabric puddled on the floor in front of the bed.
Adam used to hate living in a studio and not being able to separate his bedroom from his living room, but ever since he'd started spying on Lyla, he was glad she had the same setup.
She had to know he was watching her. Why else would she change clothes like that immediately upon getting home from work?
Instead of turning on the TV or fixing herself something to eat, Lyla sat down in front of her laptop computer, giving Adam a good look at her lovely face as she looked down at something she'd placed on the desk. Adam checked the other monitor and saw it was a file folder of some sort, but the angle was wrong for him to see what it was.
Must be work related , he decided. It didn't matter, though. Lyla was hot no matter what she was doing.
She frowned as she looked up from the file and Adam jumped. It totally looked like she was frowning at him, even though he knew that was stupid. She woke her computer with a shake of the mouse and clicked on something, then typed a few words. Adam let go of himself long enough to break into her screen so he could see what she was up to.
It was his turn to frown when he saw that she'd Googled Callum Reed, the MMA fighter. Why would she be interested in him? Then he saw her glance down at the file on her desk, and realized he must be a new work project for her. The images and news stories that came
"Gotta go," he said quietly into his headset, and logged off mid-gunfight, but not before he heard KillerEdBrown laugh and say, "Pervert."
All his gaming buddies knew to expect his absence for a least an hour after Lyla got home.
With a couple keystrokes he had piggybacked onto her wireless router and hacked into her webcam, anxiously waiting the few seconds for the system to link up. Just seeing her as she crossed into the camera's field of vision caused his dick to go half-wood on him.
God, she was sexy. His favorite moment was coming, now. She'd taken off her blazer and was reaching up to unpin her hair.
"Oh yeah," he whispered as the long red locks fell about her shoulders and she shook them out.
He had long ago stopped feeling bad for watching her without her knowledge. In the earliest days after she moved in a year ago, he'd tried to resist hacking her system. He'd even visited her under the pretext of the friendly neighbor helping her secure her system, but the devil had made him leave a back door....
Sometimes he even pretended she knew he was watching, the intimacy of the moments he witnessed were so powerful. And she surely suspected the kitten statue he'd given her for Christmas and insisted on putting on a particular shelf—the shelf that had the best alternate view of her—was more than just a statue.
Lyla was unbuttoning her blouse now, standing in perfect view of the camera he'd dubbed the "pussy cam." He watched, mesmerized, as more and more of her creamy flesh was revealed. He savored the moment her belly piercing became visible. Unbuttoning his 501s, he pulled his cock out, making the most of the moments before she slipped on her camisole. He wrapped his hand around his fevered flesh and tugged, inhaling at the sight of her nipples as she pulled her bra off.
She let the cami slide down her upraised arms, and Adam imagined it was his hands running along her flesh as he tugged a little harder, his breath coming more quickly.
That rockin' body of hers in that camisole had sealed the desire he'd had to see more of her after he'd caught her ducking into the hall to fetch her paper one Sunday. Between that glimpse of her and hearing her giving her vibrator a workout nearly every night...it had been impossible to resist getting a better look at her.
She must have had a rough day, he thought as he watched her pause in her undressing to pour herself a glass of wine. Then, after setting the glass on the desk, she unzipped and shimmied out of the pencil skirt, leaving the fabric puddled on the floor in front of the bed.
Adam used to hate living in a studio and not being able to separate his bedroom from his living room, but ever since he'd started spying on Lyla, he was glad she had the same setup.
She had to know he was watching her. Why else would she change clothes like that immediately upon getting home from work?
Instead of turning on the TV or fixing herself something to eat, Lyla sat down in front of her laptop computer, giving Adam a good look at her lovely face as she looked down at something she'd placed on the desk. Adam checked the other monitor and saw it was a file folder of some sort, but the angle was wrong for him to see what it was.
Must be work related , he decided. It didn't matter, though. Lyla was hot no matter what she was doing.
She frowned as she looked up from the file and Adam jumped. It totally looked like she was frowning at him, even though he knew that was stupid. She woke her computer with a shake of the mouse and clicked on something, then typed a few words. Adam let go of himself long enough to break into her screen so he could see what she was up to.
It was his turn to frown when he saw that she'd Googled Callum Reed, the MMA fighter. Why would she be interested in him? Then he saw her glance down at the file on her desk, and realized he must be a new work project for her. The images and news stories that came
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