Busted By His Girlfriend

Robby Echo kicked off his sneakers like a man celebrating early parole. Laptop tucked under one arm, he climbed into bed, already grinning about a little quality time with his favorite guilty-pleasure files. The moment he hit play on a steamy anal clip, his brain fast-forwarded straight to what it would feel like to bury himself in a warm, snug hole of his own. Too bad Candice Dare shut that door months ago. So these videos, and his right hand, would have to keep the fantasy alive. Fifteen minutes in, with the blankets tented and his wrist moving nice and steady, the bedroom door swung open. Candice, backlighted in the doorway, caught him red-handed and red-faced. Robby slammed the laptop shut and coughed out something useless like “Just checking email!” Candice smiled that little cat-with-cream smile, like she’d walked into an inside joke rather than a crime scene. Turns out she already knew. She told him she’d seen the browser history and felt bad he was jerking off in secret just to scratch an itch she hadn’t been willing to scratch. Now, though? She admitted the idea was starting to sound hot instead of scary. She even added—with a devilish tilt of her head—that if he was willing to show her exactly what he liked on-screen, she’d consider putting on a live reenactment right there in their bed.