Free The Voyeur Next Door by Airicka Phoenix Page A

well, damn it, I wasn’t going to sleep with him. It wasn’t like I owed him anything. He got off and got a show just like I did. As far as I was concerned, we were even.
    My eyes darted to the clock.
    Six fifty-seven.
    Where the hell was the time going? I swear it never moved that fast when I needed it to.
    “Okay.”
    I stalked confidently to the dresser and snatched up the note. Then I walked to the end table and grabbed the phone. I held both tightly in my hands and reminded myself that I was a badass sex goddess and I could do this. Yet the urge to vomit persisted.
    My hand shook so badly, I had to stop and get my glasses when the numbers became a vibrating blur. I propped myself on the bed and dialed the digits to block my number before punching in his.
    It was exactly seven.
    Don’t pick up.
    Don’t pick up.
    Please, God, I will go to church most every Sunday if you…
    Click.
    “Hello.”
    His voice was a low, husky drawl that made me all but come on the spot. Jesus. The man had sex phone operator voice.
    “Hi.” My breathy, terrified squeak was mortifying. “I’m—”
    “I know who you are.”
    I licked my lips, tasting the bitter tang of my own nerves. “I got your note.” I winced. He knows you got his note, idiot! I tried again. “Thank you.”
    Apparently, my brain, as smart as it pretended to be, was an absolute moron when it came to men. Where the hell was the sultry vixen it claimed to be? I wondered if it was too late to hang up. Then he spoke.
    “You were watching me last night.”
    I swallowed before I could speak. “Yes.”
    “Do you make a habit of watching people through their windows?”
    I snorted slightly. “Yes.”
    He was quiet. Then, “Do you touch yourself when you watch them?”
    “No.”
    “But you did with me.”
    It wasn’t a question, nevertheless…
    “Yes.”
    So far, this was a pretty easy conversation. I just had to listen and occasionally answer with a short and simple response. I could handle that.
    “I liked watching you.”
    My core clenched and moistened at his husky confession. My breathing quickened and it was a struggle keeping my voice even.
    “Me too.”
    I heard what I could only assume was a sharp intake of air and even that was sexy as hell.
    “I want to see you come again. I want to hear you.”
    The sheets rustled as I shifted, trying to peel my soaked panties away from my throbbing crotch. The man held nothing back and I kind of loved that about him.
    “Yes,” I breathed, shamelessly flushed and wanton.
    A low growl crossed the line between us and catapulted down the length of my spine. It crackled along my skin, raising goose bumps and hardening my nipples to fine points against the front of my robe. The silk fabric whispered against the sensitive peaks, sending another wave of arousal over me that I barely managed to stifle between my teeth.
    I didn’t care how we did it, or where, I wanted him inside me. It didn’t even matter that I didn’t know his name, or even what he looked like. All I knew was that I wanted him and that was all I could think about.
    “I want you,” I said, seeing no point in pretending otherwise.
    “Christ, I want you, too.”
    My gaze went to my dresser, my mind an eager little hamster contemplating just how long it would take to get dressed and to his apartment, when he spoke again.
    “But we need rules.”
    I blinked. Mindless, satisfying sex had rules?
    “Rules?”
    A sort of chuckle, sort of groan left him. “All things worthwhile have rules.”
    I supposed he was right, but I wasn’t sure I liked it. Somehow, whenever I thought of crazy animal sex, I imagined no rules and just a lot of fucking.
    “Okay?” I decided carefully.
    “No names,” he said right off the bat. “No attachments. This is purely physical. I don’t want to know about your day, or what your plans are for the future. We will set up a time each evening when we can both meet and go our separate ways afterwards. The main purpose of