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out of focus and her features came out. Her hair, a variegated light brown that reminded him of a well-handled cedar plank. Her profile with its delicate curves of nose and throat converging at plush lips. He spit on his hand and swirled his palm around his cockhead, catching his breath at the thought of those lips pouting into a wet kiss that coated his head with her saliva and his precum.
    He staggered and spit again, and then gripped his dick and began to stroke it roughly. He pushed past the sharp ache of his cock swelling against its grafts. He tried not to think about what he was doing, about how she didn’t deserve to get shoved into fantasies like this, that she was too good to kneel at his feet and suck his cock, but God. So much for that. He closed his eyes on the collage and imagined her down there, looking up at him as his dick slid in and out of her willing mouth, her teeth scraping the rim of his head on every pull, her tongue tracing the seams of his scars. He imagined driving his hands into her hair, feeling it between his fingers, the shape of her skull against his fingertips. The sounds she might make (sounds he’d already heard her make, to be fair). The feel of her hands squeezing the base of his dick, of her fingers pulling on his balls and then pressing up against his taint. Sliding wetly back until they found his asshole.
    Fuck.
    He widened his stance, trying to do all of that with his own fingers. In his mind’s eye, Laine looked up at him and winked before she pushed a finger into his ass. Then she pulled her mouth off of him and said, “Come for me, Evan.”
    He did, with a strangled grunt, beating furiously at his dick, pumping a finger into himself. Something hard hit his kneecaps—one, two—but his balls were so tight with pleasure, his head so full of her scent and her mouth and her command, he didn’t realize at first that his legs had collapsed under him. When he finally opened his eyes, he stared without comprehension. Thick, white cum spattered the floor in front of his knees. His pants bound his ankles under him. One hand still gripped his dick, the other…. He tugged on it and got a residual jolt as his finger slid free of his asshole. He heaved a breath and tipped his head back to look at the collage.
    It occupied a good portion of the wall between the storage shelves and the high ceiling. Sunlight through the high little windows lit the space with bright insistence, sharpening the torn edges of each piece of paper, and for a moment he could imagine the thing before him was a random collage, with no purpose other than to cover a wall. But his brain didn’t let him get away with that shit for long. No, freak, it said, it’s her and you made it and this isn’t the first time you’ve jacked off to it.
    He let his chin fall to his chest, unable to look at the image any more, yet unwilling to rise and destroy it.
    He knew he should.
    He knew, with a certainty borne only partly of the door’s lack of a lock, that she could discover it at any moment.
    But if she didn’t…
    If she didn’t, he’d have it for all those nights after she left.
    How hard could it be to keep her out of here? It was only a closet, after all. A closet with undeniable proof of his fucked up obsession, but a closet still. He just had to keep her distracted.
    Maybe that book would do the trick. And there were plenty more after that one.
    A whole library full of them, and him their keeper.
     

Chapter 5
     
    Evan was cleaning the break area in the office when she found him at the end of the day.
    “You’re right,” she said. “That book is something else.”
    Her voice, back to its normal, everyday range now, still got under his skin. “Ohio knows best.”
    “Hmph.” She moved to the sink and began to wash her bowl. “Thanks for bringing my lunch down. Sorry I missed you.”
    He looked up from the toaster oven, but she kept her eyes on her bowl. Was that a blush on her neck? Nervous, Iowa? Somehow,