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time, she groaned as she got closer.
    “Come with me,” she whispered.
    Titus moaned and moved his hand faster. She watched as he rubbed the tip every now and again. Kate curled her fingers and rocked her body onto her hand.
    Kate rubbed her clit hard as she worked her fingers in and out, the peak of her climax only seconds away. She looked up and locked eyes with him. For that one instant, he seemed closer than ever before. Like it really was him pushing up into her.
    “Titus,” she said.
    Kate watched as he tossed back his head and came. Sweat rolled down his chest. Her insides fluttered around her fingers as her own climax took over. She gripped the rail in front of her and shuddered a few more times.
    She jumped when his door banged closed. It wasn’t like she was expecting anything from it, but it would have been nice if he had at least acknowledged the most amazing orgasm ever.
    Kate reached down and picked up her clothes from the ground. Drained and slightly ashamed she had let it go that far, she picked up her wine and dumped it over the ledge. That was enough of that. She’d had quite enough excitement for one day.
    As she stared off into the distance, two red dots shined back at her. She shivered despite the heat.
    “Must be a bird,” she whispered.
    Despite her words, she huddled her clothes in front of her body and backed into the house. Once inside she slammed the door and flipped the lock.
    She tried to laugh at her actions but couldn’t shake the odd feeling she got when looking at those red dots. Kate slipped on her shirt and shorts. When she got to the kitchen, she looked out the window at the woods. Whatever had been out there had moved on.
    Kate sighed and walked into the living room. She flipped on lights as she went and stopped at her bedroom. For the first time ever, she pulled the blinds. Sighing, she pulled off her sticky clothes and jumped into the shower. Maybe after she cooled off she’d feel less uneasy.
    The cool spray eased her tired muscles. It had been a long time since she’d had an orgasm, and she was fairly certain that she’d never had one like that. She flipped off the water, feeling much better. Whatever had bothered her before had moved on, and she wasn’t going to think about it. She also wasn’t going to think about her moody neighbor slash boss.
    House still lit up, she crawled into bed. As sleep drifted over her, her mind returned to Titus and the way he had looked earlier. She sighed. It was a nice look at him. As she replayed the scene in her head, those glowing red eyes seeped into her thoughts. Before long, that was all that she saw, a glowing red nightmare.

Chapter Seven
     
     
    All week Kate had been pissed off. She didn’t even know how to address something like this. She had spent weeks complaining that she wanted to do her work from home, but now that he had given her the green light, it just ticked her off.
    She knew what this meant. Titus was avoiding her, and nothing pissed her off more than being ignored. Add a helping of sexual frustration and she was ready to take on the world.
    Not only had he managed to avoid her at work but also at home. No longer did she find him sitting on his back deck at night. Instead she was left with darkness and never-ending nightmares.
    She stretched as she made her coffee. It was about the only thing keeping her going at this point. Not bothering with cream and sugar, she sucked down the hot brew. She wasn’t about to let anything bring down her mood.
    Kate smiled as she came into the bedroom. She was going to make Titus pay for being an ass, and it was going to be oh so good. She eyed the low-cut dress she had hanging in the corner. Summery enough to not be trying too hard but low cut enough to get noticed.
    She picked up the red dress and smiled. It really was amazing how much it did for her figure. Kate slipped it on and sighed. Low in the back, with a deep V in the front, she just loved the look of it. Her brown sandal