I WAS WORKING ON MY computer, looking over the photo shoot I did of Memphis, when I heard two car doors slam shut from next door. I felt my heart sink for a split second before it sped up at the thought of him being right outside. As furious as I am at him at the moment, I can’t help but to want him at the same time. It’s driving me insane.

I was tempted to look out my window, but fought it as hard as I could. I refuse to be weak and go to him first. As much as I want him, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s an ass; a very sexy, confusing ass, that makes me want to choke him and fuck him at the same time. If he wants me, then he will come to me. I need to remember that.

“Ugh!” Shutting down my computer, I strip down to nothing but my panties and crawl into bed. Bailey is gone for the night, so I’m left alone to think about Memphis and what happened earlier. It hasn’t left my mind. That’s why I’ve been working my ass off and avoiding sleep. I knew as soon as my head hit that pillow, that’s all I’d be able to think about, and I was right.

I almost hate myself for the first thought that runs through my head: Memphis inside of me, taking me rough and deep. I can’t deny that I wanted it to go that far. I ached for it . . . and from the way he looked I could have sworn that he wanted the same. It was as if he was about to ravage me then and there. I know it would’ve been just that. There’s nothing gentle about Memphis. That somehow makes me crave him more.

Closing my eyes, I slide my fingers down the front of my panties uncontrollably, to see that my thoughts have me wet. Just one thought of Memphis and I can’t control my body. It knows what I want¸ even as much as I try to fight it. I need this release right now. It’s been a while.

I slide one finger in, moaning as I remember the feel of his thick finger filling me. The way it moved was as if he knew my body and what it wanted, sliding it slow and deep, hitting just the right spot. The look of concentration he took on, his handsome face transforming and focusing on me as if my sexual need was all he cared about . . . and the smell of his skin. Oh fuck!

Picking up speed, I moan out as I picture his hardened muscles above me, flexing as he rips my shirt open. I’ve never been so hot in my life.

I can feel myself getting close . . . so close.

Raising my hips to meet my hand, I bite my bottom lip and moan as I imagine it were him.

“Fuck me, you’re so sexy.”

I jump up and scream when I hear the sound of Memphis’ deep voice inside my room.

“Holy shit!” I remove my hand from my panties and yank the blanket over me, embarrassed that I was caught masturbating by the sexiest guy alive. “What are you doing in my room? Better yet, what are you doing in my house?” I watch him as he moves closer, his eyes sending a shiver up my spine. They’re so intense that I feel a clenching between my thighs, almost coming undone with one look alone. I don’t need this kind of ache while he’s standing there looking at me. “How the fuck did you get in here, Memphis? The door was locked.”

Smirking, he reaches next to my computer for my camera and picks it up. “I used to live here, Lyric. The locks are the same. You’re in my old bed.”

I feel myself blush as Memphis walks toward me and slowly pulls the blanket down my body, before removing the lens cap on my camera. “Fuck. The things I’m going to do to you.”

Holy shit . . .

REACHING OUT, I RUB MY hand up her inner thigh, waiting for the camera to come on, causing her legs to slightly part and her eyes to meet mine. I can see her chest quickly rise and fall as she checks out my body. A woman is beautiful when aroused . . . and I’m about to show her.

“Spread your legs for me, Lyric.”

She arches her back and opens her legs wider, keeping her eyes on me.

“Yeah, just like that.” I pull my bottom lip into my mouth and bite it. “You took pictures of me, and now . . . it’s my turn. When I have the camera . . . I’m in charge.”

Slipping out of my leather jacket I throw it across the room, grip Lyric by the thighs, and pull her to the edge of the bed. Her hooded eyes lock with mine and I feel my cock twitch. She likes the idea of me in charge, at least in the bedroom. I snap a few shots to make her comfortable, capturing her in this state.

I back up to my old dresser facing the bed. It’s the perfect height and angle for what I’m about to do. I stand next to it and look at the screen as I adjust the lens, making sure it’s at the right focus from this distance. Fucking perfect. I scroll through the settings until I find the automatic timer and set it. I haven’t told Lyric, but I have an old camera myself. Taking pictures used to keep me distracted when needed. It was only a short lived hobby.

I place the camera on the top of the dresser and make sure it’s facing in the right place. “Take off your panties.” I watch it just to make sure it’s right. Sucking in a small breath, she slowly moves her hand down her stomach, dipping her fingers underneath her red panties, and continuing down her legs, removing them.

I watch the camera snap three shots as she completely bares herself, meeting my approval with the setup. “Good girl.” I leave it and walk back to the edge of the bed, ready for our session to begin.

I drop down onto my knees and run my bottom lip along her leg. “Touch yourself,” I whisper against her flesh. “Show me how bad you wish it were me.”

She’s hesitant for a moment, like she’s uncomfortable, but then she runs her hands up both legs and slides one finger inside of her. She bites her bottom lip as I take her hand and shove her finger deeper, wanting to watch her take herself like I would. I’m going to be the outsider looking in . . . for now.

“Fuck yourself slow and deep, Lyric . . . just like I did.” The flash goes off as I run my tongue up her thigh, stopping at the crease of her leg, beside her pussy. Another shot signals right as I clamp my teeth onto her flesh and shove her finger even deeper into her pussy, making her jump.

“Mmmmm,” she moans out while gripping my hair. “Memphis.”

I suck on the flesh of her thigh roughly, moving my hand on top of hers and pushing my left middle finger inside of her at the same time as she shoves hers deeper. She’s so damn tight that we both hardly fit inside together. My cock hardens against my briefs. It wants inside.

I want to be in her so bad, but I need to control myself. I’m only here to finish what I started. I can’t just leave her unsatisfied.