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now?”
    “Fuck me. Please,” Sarah pleaded. Now her eyes were half-shut in anticipation and desire.
    Without a word, Kane released his cock, and Bella gasped at the size of it. Even though the camera wasn’t focused on Kane, she could see, for a second, how big and thick it was. And then one of Kane’s hands gripped Sarah’s hip, and he began to thrust inside her. Sarah’s body jerked, her eyes shut in passion, her hands balled up in pleasure.
    Bella’s fingers were moving more quickly, her breathing becoming erratic, just like Sarah’s in the video. The fact that this—what she was doing here—was wrong had exited her mind at the first spank, and all she cared about right now was coming while she watched her arrogant neighbor Kane fuck some stranger.
    She was so close, her fingers dancing over her clit, her head arched back in the chair.
    “What are you doing?” Kane’s voice slammed into her head.
    Bella jumped, pulling her hand out of her panties and sitting up straight. Fuck . This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t . She’d heard his voice in the video, right? Because there was no way he could be here in this room in real life. No. Fucking. Way.
    But as she slowly looked up she saw him, standing in the doorway, a look of sheer anger on his face. The night-black suit he wore was fitted and well-tailored, showing off his lean physique. His dark brown hair was thick and had that slightly messy look that Bella usually liked on guys. But right now, she didn’t like anything about seeing Kane. He strode toward the desk, his long legs covering the distance quickly. Turning the laptop toward him, he watched it for a few seconds before snapping the lid closed. A muscle in his jaw tensed, and his dark brown eyes were nothing but pissed as they met Bella’s.
    “I asked you a question,” he said. His voice was low but even.
    Bella stared into his face, unable to speak. What could she say? He’d just caught her masturbating to his own homemade porn. What was there to say?
    “I can explain,” she finally managed, her cheeks burning. But really, there was no explanation.
    “Please.”
    “I just wanted to… the computer was on, and then the screen came up and…” Her voice trailed off.
    “You decided to look at my personal files?”
    “I didn’t decide to, not really. I just sort of, I don’t know, clicked on one of the files. I’m sorry.”
    “We did have a discussion, didn’t we, before I left? When I specifically instructed you not to enter this room?”
    “We did.” Bella’s voice was small, the horror of the situation rendering her practically speechless.
    “Was I unclear in my desire for you to stay out?”
    “You weren’t.”
    “Then why have I come home early from my trip to find you sitting at my desk and using my computer?”
    “I said I’m sorry,” muttered Bella.
    He was being so quiet and rational, his voice not raised even a touch. Instead, he spoke with quiet sternness, which was actually much, much worse than if he were yelling and swearing. And she felt ashamed to have been caught like this, watching a video of him spanking a girl, then fucking her from behind. Worse? She’d been touching herself. Surely he’d seen, hadn’t he? Or was there a chance she’d be saved at least that humiliation?
    “I want you to leave, Bella. You are, obviously, fired. I’ll drop off a check for the days you’ve worked at your apartment.”
    “Of course.” On shaking legs, she arose from his chair, head down. She couldn’t look at him anymore, couldn’t stand the way his dark eyes shot anger at her while his voice stayed so calm. The barely restrained wrath in his voice was too much, too. Her intention was to walk past him and out the door as quickly as possible.
    Just as she was about to pass him, though, he gripped her wrist. Bella stopped cold, unsure what he was doing, why he was touching her. She turned to look at him, and one corner of his mouth twitched into what was