Samantha lay there for a moment, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rippling through her thighs, the echo of Jake’s frantic strokes a low thrum against the wall.

A slow, satisfied smile curved her lips as she imagined his hand flying over his cock, the way his breath hitched, the desperation in his muffled groans. The thought that she had been watched, that the shy boy next door was currently undoing himself thinking about her slick heat, sent a fresh pulse of arousal straight to her core.