Voyeur Extraordinaire(10)

“You sure nothing is wrong?”

She stopped at a car and unlocked the door. “Adrian Black is an asshole, that’s what’s wrong,” she hissed before disappearing in her car and driving off.

Huh? Last night she’d looked quite content. Maybe she’d thought it was more than a one-night stand. Amy had been right. Adrian Black was a womanizer and a heart-breaker. I definitely had to stay away from him. But watching him couldn’t hurt, right?

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I stuffed a cookie into my mouth, grabbed my binoculars and perched on the windowsill. It was time for my nightly peeping Tom ritual. Sometimes I was convinced that it was the only thing that kept me going. That, and Amy bringing me coffee or green tea every morning.

She was the best neighbor and friend a girl could hope for. I didn’t know what I would do without her. Sadly, in the last couple of weeks, our time together had been limited to the hour we spent at my kitchen table every morning. Her work in the restaurant kept her busy and, of course, there was still Jared. At least she had someone to snuggle up to at night. I had only Bruno and the few minutes I spent watching my neighbor every night.

Pathetic.

I stuffed another cookie into my mouth and directed the binoculars to Adrian's window. It was already illuminated and allowed me to watch whatever was going on in it. There was a new woman waiting in the bedroom. Long black hair and tanned skin. Would she be leaving his apartment early the next morning crying too?

I'd been watching Adrian for a little over a week and so far I hadn’t seen a woman twice with him. Apparently, he really was a womanizer like Amy had said.

I wasn't sure how I felt about that but it wasn't my business anyway. I was nothing but a voyeur and had no right to judge his choice in women. Yet, I couldn't stop wondering why he didn't settle for one of them. They were all pretty and seemed to make him happy in the bedroom. Maybe he was looking for Ms. Right, just like I was looking for Mr. Right. Who was his Ms. Right? The question almost made me snort. ‘You probably think that woman might be you,’ the nasty little voice whispered in my head.

Adrian stepped into the bedroom, already naked – how convenient. My fingers around the binoculars tightened and I couldn’t stop the smile from showing on my face. He didn't waste any time with foreplay. I let out a little breathy sigh when he lied back on the bed and let the woman straddle him. It was the first time that a woman was on top. Usually, Adrian was the one doing the work. Maybe he liked to be in control. For some reason that thought sent a shiver down my back.

I swear this man had a timer set for his sex sessions. Between ten and one o’clock every night he had a woman in his bed or against the wall or on the floor or against the window.

I stared down at Bruno. He was standing on his hind legs and making whiny noises, wanting to be lifted onto my lap. Bruno loved watching our neighbor just as much as I did, or maybe he only stared out of the window because he didn't have anything else to do. Which reminded me of someone whose name was Nora Clark. Never mind.

Pathetic.

Bruno let out another whine, louder this time. He was insistent and shutting him into the bathroom wouldn't work. I'd tried that two days ago and he hadn't stopped yelping until I'd let him back in. I knew I should be stricter with him but he was just too cute. Unfortunately, his actions kept distracting me from watching the events in the bedroom.

His whines got louder and with a resigned sigh I lifted him onto the desk that was positioned against windowsill. He shut up instantly and stared out of the window, leaving me to my voyeurism.

Adrian was gripping the butt of the woman so tightly, I was sure she'd have his fingerprints on her ass cheeks tomorrow. I bit my lip, wondering how my butt would look with his fingerprints on it. So far I’d only had a hand-shaped bruise on my butt once and sadly hot sex hadn’t been involved in the creation. Though, when I remembered the guy who’d caused the bruise, I was relieved.

The woman started to rotate her hips in a tempo that reminded me of a rodeo chick. I was getting dizzy just from watching her. But I had to give her that: Adrian looked pretty impressed.

I felt all hot and bothered, and let my hand wander into my panties. But just when I started to relieve some of the tension, panting alerted me to the fact that I wasn't alone. I lowered my binoculars and caught Bruno staring at me in earnest interest while his little pink tongue was hanging out of his mouth, drooling all over the scratched wood of the desk.

Not the most erotic sight. I pulled my hand out of my panties. With Bruno watching me like that, I wouldn't reach any heights tonight.

Frustrated, I returned my focus to the woman who would have an orgasm tonight and probably several more of them. She was all sweaty and moaning. My gaze focused on Adrian with his eyes closed and his lips parted in pleasure. Even his teeth looked perfect. What an overachiever.