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before and for fuck’s sake, it turned him on
more than he would have ever imagined. He watched as her hand moved down
through the curls and folds.
    Was she working on
her clit or the inside of her pussy? From this angle it was hard to tell, but
he got more excited the longer he stood there. How ironic, the night before he’d
been in this same spot, watching her cry. I really am a nosy neighbor. And now a voyeur, too.
    She groaned and
started to fidget. She spread her legs some more before arching her back. She
was getting close to climaxing.
    Oh baby, let me come in there and finish the job for you.
    Her hand moved with
greater speed as she groaned louder.
    Brock placed his hand
down inside the front his shorts and held his cock, feeling a bead of pre-cum
on it as she moaned some more and then threw her head back in ecstasy.
    Kate rested her arms at
the sides of the bed once her orgasm had subsided, looking very content and
pleased with herself .
    Brock wanted her, and
he was going to have her. In fact, the next time she climaxed, he’d be the one
taking her there.
    But for now he had to
get to the bathroom, close the door and yeah, pleasure himself—or he’d go
insane.
     
    ***
     
    Had she heard the
floorboards outside her door creak? Shit, in her need for instant gratification
she hadn’t considered that Brock might be wandering in the hallway. Masturbating
had been a spur-of-the-moment decision and the door needed sanding down which
she hadn’t got around to, so it didn’t shut all the way.
      Who am I kidding? Masturbating
wasn’t a rash decision at all. She’d wanted to do
it since the minute she’d fallen on top of Brock but had resisted the urge. She
was a woman without a man, so what could she expect? How long had she been
without sex? She’d lost count of the days, and she was horny as hell. That was
normal. No, that wasn’t quite true either. She’d seen lots of men in shorts
walk by the restaurant, walk into the restaurant since David had left, and she
hadn’t wanted to fuck a single one of them.
    Brock turned her on,
and he’d brought out something in her that she’d never known existed.
    She looked toward the
door. Shit, what if he saw me touching myself? Nah, nothing to worry about. He’s probably still fast
asleep .
    Kate sat up when she
heard water running in the bathroom. He’s
up and about. Last night he’d caught her crying. Today, there was a possibly
he’d discovered her masturbating. What
must he think of me? Surely, that I’m
a loony woman with very unbalanced hormones.
    She got up, pulled on
her dressing gown, and decided to go downstairs to make herself, and yes Brock,
some coffee. That was, if he drank coffee. She didn’t know that much about him.
    As she walked by the
bathroom, she could hear him groaning in there. Was he ill again? She put her
ear to the door. Nope, the sound he was making today was a different sort to
the type of moan he’d made last night on the boat. Kate rested her forehead against
the door.
    He was jerking off.
Was it because of her? Had he worked himself up over her like she had over him?
    It seemed self-pleasuring
was catching this morning.
     
     

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Brock had the sneaky
feeling that Kate had been outside the bathroom door while he’d been masturbating.
He’d heard a few floorboards creaking like someone was approaching, but then
nothing, as if the person had stood outside the door for a while.
    It had been a dumb
thing to do in someone else’s bathroom, but his cock was rock hard and he
needed some release or he’d be walking around with a strange limp for the rest
of the day. He left his hair wet, pulled on his jeans, and decided to go
barefoot to find Kate.
    Something smelled
great and his nose told him it originated from somewhere downstairs. He was
starving. Unbelievable as that was considering he’d felt so sick less than
eight hours ago.
    He made his way
toward the wonderful aroma of bacon and coffee. There at the