Free In the Bedroom with the Rope: Tied in Knots by Jenna McCormick Page A

if someone else saw? The thought left an uncomfortably tight feeling in her chest.
    Letting herself in through the back gate, Sam wrestled with her conscience. How embarrassing to tell a man she’d never spoken to that she’d seen him masturbate.
    Her face felt hot, flushed and not just from her two mile jog. Removing the pepper spray, stun gun and emergency whistle from her track pants, she stowed them back into her purse. Checking the doors to make sure they were all locked, she considered her options. Maybe an anonymous note was the way to go. Please shut your blinds. Thing was, she didn’t want him to close his blinds because then she wouldn’t have the welcome distraction of his beautiful body arched in release to savor like a delicate pastry for her libido.
    Stripping out of her wind pants and tank top, she headed for the shower. He hadn’t signed up to be her entertainment. How would she like to be caught in the act by a stranger? As the warm spray hissed from the detachable showerhead, she made up her mind. She had to tell him. It was wrong not to, but was she brave enough to knock on his door and just speak her piece? He was probably in his own shower right now, washing the evidence of his release down the drain.
    Her nipples pebbled as she imagined him sharing the hot water with her. Her mind’s eye conjured his semen-covered torso, and those hands skimming over her wet curves. In her fantasy he would like what he saw, didn’t care about the burn scars that covered her legs. He would worship her bare body with his fingers, his mouth.
    Groaning she hefted her breasts, thumbing the nipples, imagined the wet friction came from his lips and tongue. Those blunt fingers would delve into her saturated folds, preparing her body to take his thick cock.
    “Sam, I want you,” he’d whisper, guiding her foot to the edge of the tub and poising his erection at her opening. She’d look into his eyes, see the love there, real honest caring.
    Her head thunked back in the wall as the desire trickled down the drain. Damn it, this was so ridiculous. She had no idea what the man even looked like and she pretended he loved her? If life experience had taught her one brutal truth , it was Samantha Jacobs wouldn’t know sincere emotion if it bit her on the ass.
    She shut the water off and had just started drying when the phone rang. Swathing herself in a towel she hurried to the bedroom and fumbled the portable. “Hello?”
     “Hey baby, you miss me?” The deep voice slithered from the unit, chilling her to the core.
    Click. Sam disconnected the call and replaced the receiver on the base unit with a trembling hand. Damn it, how had Alan found her number? She shivered. He wasn’t supposed to be able to contact her. Yet someone in the prison kept slipping him a cell phone along with her updated information. No one had been able to stop him and the chilling reality consumed her. Incarceration only slowed him down. Eventually, he would kill her.
    All the sexual heat was pushed out of her system by the realistic cold front. Tears filled her eyes but she ruthlessly scrubbed them away. She would not be his victim anymore, damn it.
    He could play his head games all day long but he only won if she cowered in a corner, and didn’t leave the house. That wasn’t an option, not for her. Taking precautions was one thing, but she wasn’t about to let Allen terrorize her or control her life for another second. She had her bar with Stella and she was going to live her life to the fullest.
    Dressing in jeans and a red tank top, she marched downstairs and peered at the house across the street. Although tempting, writing the note would be cowardly. Sliding her feet into sandals and grabbing her keys and purse, she squared her shoulders and crossed the street.
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    “Damn it, what the hell is she doing?” Trevor Harrison swiveled away from his computer screen and peered out the window as Samantha Jacobs marched purposefully towards his