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Ethan Cooper stared out the window, his expression bland. He knew it was bland. He
could feel it pulling into lines of complete blank shock.
Fascination. Lust.
He should move. He told himself to move as he clenched his fists and pressed them into
the wall beside the small attic window. He was going to move. In just a minute.
Just as soon as he came in his jeans from the sight that met his bemused eyes.
It wasn't his fault.
He was excusing himself and he damned well knew it. He was just too . . . shell-shocked.
Yeah, that was the word. Too shell-shocked to move a single muscle and drag himself
away from the little window with a bird's-eye view into the neighbors' secluded backyard.
Pervert! he railed at himself.
That didn't stop him. He was transfixed. His cock was in hell. He was practically drooling
on his dusty attic floor as he watched shy little priss, Miss Sarah Fox, naked as God
created her.
Glistening beneath the sun, slender hands moving.
He closed his eyes. Swallowed tightly. She thought she was in the privacy of her own
home. She thought that sheltering fence she'd paid a fucking fortune to have built around
her pool was tall enough to protect her. That no one could see her. That she was safe.
He opened his eyes.
He felt sweat bead on his forehead and roll down his temple as she smoothed her hands
over her breasts. Cupped them. Rolled her nipples.
"Christ," he wheezed. There was a flash of gold.
Holy hell.
He felt his cock get impossibly thicker. Felt his balls tighten. His balls? Damn. He could
barely breathe.

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