CHAPTER THREE

O liver wiped a hand over his face and stifled a groan.

Fucking pain in the goddamn ass.

So why the hell was he here, then? What he should be doing was sitting with Travis, the team manager, and their tech guys at The Institute and prepping for the meeting later tonight.

Oh, no. Instead, he was here, on the balcony of Piper’s apartment, watching her vibrator slide in and out of her wet pussy.

That’s right, he was a fucking Peeping Tom.

Not for the first night either, and it was becoming obvious he was in big trouble. He should be keeping far away from her, not stalking the damn human.

He’d tried to justify his behavior by telling himself he was just making sure Sage’s sister was not going to be a problem for them anymore. After all, she’d turned up at the mansion twice and that was a problem. They couldn’t have humans sniffing around.

Especially not journalists.

Still, here he was, standing with his hand on his cock, proving that this was much more than a recon check on a roaming human. At least his hand was outside his jeans, though he was pressing the thing so hard he was going to push himself off the fucking balcony.

But, high-five, buddy for keeping away last night.

One damn night.

Every other night for the past two weeks, he’d watched her through the window—he was an assassin after all, so it was no big deal to get up there without being seen or heard.

And...

Fine, and he’d slipped the lock and stepped inside, watching her sleep post her vibrator sessions.

Jesus, one night he’d nearly pulled out his cock and jerked on her creamy skin as he stood, taking in her half-covered body and the purple device lying on the bed. She was still glowing from the orgasm she’d had. Her nightie had been shoved up her body and twisted, revealing a breast that was screaming for his mouth to suckle on, and the curve of her sexy ass dying for his fingers to dig into them and lift her so he could sink inside her.

But he’d stood there, knowing if she rolled over and parted her legs he’d be confronted with the swollen pink folds of flesh, likely still glistening with her need. God, he’d used all his willpower to walk away.

Now here they were again. Oliver licked his lips as he watched Piper direct the vibrator and pull the red cotton of her boxers to the side. He had to force his feet to stay the fuck where they were.

This was not okay.

He had fucked Sage—Piper’s damn sister.

Sure, she was Ari’s mate, but in no universe was it okay for him to be standing here intruding on this female’s privacy or desiring her like this.

And yet, here he was.

In and out the device slid, and in time with it his hand rubbed painfully up and down his cock through the dark denim.

Piper tugged her straps down and a sizeable breast he was now familiar with appeared.

Need it in my mouth.

Need to pleasure her.

She pinched the nipple and let out a moan.

“Who are you?” she cried out.

Wait, what?

Oliver stilled.

He’d heard hints of this before as she slept, but now, she was speaking loud and clear.

Her hand slid down to her pussy and began to circle her clit while the other sped up its plunging of the purple vibrator.

Who? Who was who?

He leaned a hand on the window and groaned, so ready to put his hand inside the denim.

Creak.

The window. Shit.

Snap.

“Oh, my God!” Piper cried as the window burst open, and Oliver nearly crumpled inside the building.

Except, vampire.

He caught himself and leapt, landing on his feet.

Inside.

Her.

Fucking.

Bedroom.

“You!” Piper exclaimed. “It’s you!”

Oliver’s eyes were still on the purple device half inserted into her pussy. “Shit.”

“Shit? Shit!” she repeated. “That’s all you have to say?”

Why wasn’t she removing the damn vibrator or covering up? Suddenly she did, and his mouth gaped as the device slid out all moist with her juices. Then she used it to point at him.

“Who are you?” she demanded. “Why am I seeing you in my memories?”

She was?

That was why she was pleasuring herself?

She shouldn’t damn well remember him.

He’d wiped all memory of him from her. This was the second time she had recalled him when she shouldn’t be able to. But it was the first time he’d understood her frantic orgasms were because of him.

He took a step closer.

“Stop,” she said, getting to her knees on the bed. “Don’t come any nearer.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Piper.” Oliver said. “In fact, unfortunately, I want to do quite the opposite.”

“How do you know my name?” she asked, and when he groaned, she scuttled up the bed against the headboard. He had so many thoughts on what he’d like to do to her against that surface. “Why do I know you?”

“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t remember me.”

Had he been human, Oliver would’ve been concerned about the situation in which he found himself, but he wasn’t. This time he’d just wipe her memories fully, and she’d never remember him falling through her window with a giant erection.

Except, why hadn’t the memory erasure worked the first two times?

First things first. He was a male and wanted to know more about why she was so aroused.

“You were thinking about me?” he asked when he reached the edge of the bed.

She opened her mouth and closed it again, but the blush on her cheeks told him everything he needed to know.

“You desire me?” A smile reached his lips.

“You need to leave. I have a panic button and I will push it,” she growled, and he could hear the fear in her voice.

He shook himself out of his aroused state and planted his hands on his hips, lifting his brows. What was it about this female that got him irritated so quickly?

“Ah, no you don’t. You also don’t have an alarm system and that window is clearly a huge security risk.” He turned, pointing. “Get the damn thing fixed and a system put in tomorrow. It’s totally ridiculous that you live here alone in such a vulnerable state.”

Her mouth dropped open.

“Says the man standing in my bedroom while I was trying to masturbate.”

His cock twitched.

“Because the window broke!” he snapped. “And you weren’t trying . You were doing a great job.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you just wanting to watch?” One brow arched, then she shook her head. “Creep.”

Creep?

He was keeping her safe.

Goddamn pain in his ass.

“Listen, princess.” Oliver leaned closer. “The reason you’re wet right now is because of me. I’d love to do so much more than watch, and you know you want it too, but sorry. No can do. You’re off-limits. So, get your damn security sorted and I’ll leave you alone.”

Her breath hitched.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Your worst nightmare.” Then he smirked. “Or is it a wet dream?” He shook his head, smile fading. “Doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t remember me. So stop fucking remembering.”

She frowned.

Oliver crossed his arms, recalling the first time he had taken her memories. She’d found her way back to The Institute and demanded to see Sage, who was in transition to becoming a vampire.

Now she was awake, and it was yet to be decided if she would remain in the human world or they’d announce she was dead.

“What do you mean, stop remembering?” Piper asked, dropping her sex toy and straightening her clothes. “And can you please get out of my house?”

He grinned. “Do you want me to leave or answer your question?” he asked. She twisted her boxers and the glimpse of pussy disappeared.

Shame.

“Both.”

“Will you get an alarm put in and get that damn lock fixed?”

“Dude, you’re the one who broke into my house and were watching me. Totally creepy,” Piper said. “Now, how do I know you? Did you drug me one night or something?”

Oliver stared at her and shook his head.

Suddenly she tried to get off the bed. She nudged at his chest to get him to move but obviously he stayed right where he was. So, she went to climb around him but her feet got trapped in the sheets and her half-naked body came tumbling at him.

Women were always throwing themselves at him, so this wasn’t new. He grinned at his own joke, caught her hips, lifted her, and placed her on her feet. Right in front of him.

God damn, she was as pretty as a peach.

Defiant eyes peered up at him then she swallowed. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, darlin’.”

More swallowing.

“For a Peeping Tom you’re —”

“Hot?”

“Less creepy—”

“Sexy?”

“Than I thought.”

He smirked and she let out an annoyed moan, then tried to nudge him away again, but he had her trapped between the bed and his body.

Oliver didn’t want to move. He wanted to run his fingers over her shoulders and push those little red straps all the way down.

He grabbed her wrist and those sexy eyes shot back up to meet his. A little hitch in her breath made his cock jerk.

“Don’t hurt—”

“I won’t,” he grated out.

“Or touch me.”

“I can’t.” He really couldn’t. Piper Roberts and her sexy body was off-limits.

A tongue swept out to wet her lips and he gritted his teeth.

“Why not?” Her question surprised him, and by the shaking of her head, it appeared she was just as shocked she’d asked it.

Oliver searched for an answer, knowing he should get the fuck on with this and wipe her memory.

“Not that I want you to,” she said. “I just wondered what a man like you is doing outside my window, worried about my security and saying he can’t touch me. Unless you’re here to tell me I’m adopted and actually the princess of some country called Andovia, or something.”

“What?”

He frowned.

She shook her head. “Never mind. Can you let go of my hand?”

Crap. He released her wrist and drew a breath.

“No, I didn’t drug you.” He finally answered her question from minutes ago. For some reason, he didn’t want her thinking that about him. No decent vampire male would dream of doing such a thing. In any case, they usually had no reason to. Human women were drawn to vampire power and masculinity, so it wasn’t difficult to find a female voluntarily interested in carnal pleasures.

Yet here he was standing inside her bedroom with a hard-on that wouldn’t go away, no matter how many times he jerked off, when he could go relieve himself with any number of women in one of the bars down the road.

He needed to do that.

Right fucking now.

Then get back to work.

Piper tried to push past him again, and he gripped her hips.

“Stop,” he said, the flesh under his hands burning his.

Fuck.

Her gaze flew up to his, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a long moment. When he opened them, desire was pouring from her crystal blue eyes.

“Who are you, with all your southern accent and muscles and things?”

“Shit. Stop looking at me like that.” His hands gripped her hips tighter.

“Tell me who you are.”

Her lips. If he could just...

“Who are you?” Piper leaned closer.

Just one taste.

Her lips parted and her pink tongue slipped out, wetting them. Oliver pulled her against his body, a growl in the depths of his throat as he lowered toward her.

One kiss. One taste.

Oli. You heading back soon?

Fucking fuck.

He took a step back and wiped a hand over his face.

“Oh great. A cock-teasing Peeping Tom. Just my goddamn luck.” Piper threw her hands up in the air.

Ben, fuck. Remind me to knee you in the gonads when I see you.

Bad timing? He heard the humor in his friend’s voice.

Something like that. I’ll be back in five.

Now he had to clean up this fucking mess he had literally fallen into. If he was going to prove himself to Ari, he needed to get his head out of his ass—and this female’s pussy—and back on the job.

He wasn’t making the same mistake he had when he was younger.

Not this time.

Ari might not be his father, but he was a father figure of sorts and had believed in him when no one else had.

He wasn’t fucking it up.

Not for pussy.

Not again.

“Come here, female.” Oliver reached for the back of her head.

“Female? What—”

He slammed his lips hard down on hers and fire flared between them. Now, stop fucking remembering me, then we can both get back to our lives .

Then, yet again, he wiped her damn memories.