My little Bella.

I shoved a hand back through my hair and silently laughed at the thought as I looked out my living room window across the courtyard. From the countless nights of poker games in her old man’s condo, I knew that the window that faced mine—the one I’d been blankly staring at for longer than I cared to admit—was hers.

I smirked as I chuckled again to myself. I had no doubt she’d be mad as hell to know I thought of her as mine.

But that’s exactly how I saw her.

I’d been friendly with her family for years, ever since they’d moved into the condo across the courtyard from mine, but I didn’t really spend much time over there until after her mother died. Bella had been younger then—just a teenager—with only the slightest hint of the woman she’d become.

After she turned eighteen, and especially now that she was twenty-one, that lonely, grief-stricken teenager was nowhere to be found. The woman who had taken her place was confident and smart and sexy as fuck. And even though she didn’t know it—hell, even I didn’t know how it would happen—there was no doubt that I’d have her.

That someday, somehow, she’d be on her knees in front of me.

Looking up at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes.

Ready.

Waiting.

Mine.

My dick was already hard just thinking about it—about her—but as I stood there looking out my window, absently rubbing myself through the thin fabric of my slacks, a light turned on across the courtyard.

Bella’s bedroom light.

I swallowed hard as my throat suddenly went dry and my cock throbbed insistently, ready to be free of the constricting fabric.

Even though I could just barely make out her silhouette beyond the gauzy curtains, just knowing she was there was doing things to my body that were more in line with a horny teenager’s raging hormones than a grown man in his forties.

But that’s what she did to me. That’s what just the thought of her did to me, and she knew it.

I stepped back into the shadows of my darkened living room, not wanting to seem like a total pervert standing in front of the window playing with myself. Still, I wasn’t about to look away. The perfect woman—literally the woman of my dreams—was on the other side of those curtains, and I couldn’t have stopped fantasizing about her in that moment even if I’d wanted to.

As if she’d been reading my mind—and as if she’d been intentionally torturing me—she parted the curtains and reached out to raise her window, the warm air of the Miami night catching her hair and fanning it out across her shoulders as she straightened back up and stretched out like an exotic cat.

I groaned, letting my hand slip down inside the waistband of my pants, finally able to grip my cock as I watched her put on a little private show.

Seeing her standing there in her bra and panties would’ve been enough by itself to get me off, but when she propped a long, sexy leg up on the window sill and started rubbing in lotion, tossing her hair to the side and making me wish more than anything that I was close enough to see even more?

Yeah, that was definitely going to push me over the edge if I didn’t stop right then.

But fuck that. There was no way in hell I was gonna stop.

Impatient for the release that I could already feel building inside me, I quickly shoved my pants and underwear down around my thighs, my grateful cock slapping against my stomach as it sprang free.

My hand instinctively reached down to wrap around my shaft, but my eyes never left Bella. She was like a goddess standing there, backlit from her bedroom while the moonlight fell tantalizingly over the front of her body, hiding just enough in the shadows to keep my imagination working overtime as I stroked faster and faster.

Fuck.

Did she have any idea how fucking beautiful she was? Her clothes always accentuated her curvy figure, but now that I could see her almost naked? There was no doubt in my mind that she’d be drop-dead sexy no matter what she wore.

Those big tits and wide hips that tapered down to those long, fucking gorgeous legs? She couldn’t have hidden curves like that even if she’d wanted to.

She turned her head and looked across the courtyard, directly at the space I’d been standing in just a few minutes before—almost as if she’d been expecting to see me there.

My cock jumped in my hand as I took another step back. I wanted her to see me, to see what she did to me, but not now. Not like this.

No, if she was going to see me naked, it would be after she was down on her hands and knees, looking up at me with those perfect, pouty lips and begging for the thick cock in my hand.

“Oh, fuck.” I let out a low moan as I stroked faster, harder, just thinking about the way her mouth would feel as it teased the head of my cock before her lips wrapped around my shaft, and the way her hair would feel as I slid my fingers through it while I thrust my cock into her mouth the same way I was thrusting into my fist.

She stepped back away from the window, but it didn’t matter. I’d seen enough—more than enough—to keep the fantasy going, and my hips bucked as my hand flew up and down my shaft, bringing me to the very edge of my climax.

I closed my eyes and pictured her looking up at me, those big, full tits pressed together as she waited, mouth open, for me to come.

And that was all it took, all I needed to finally find my release.

“Fuck, Bella,” I growled as the first pearly white jets exploded from my cock, spilling over my fist and onto the floor below.

My breath came in short, loud bursts as I came over and over, the intensity of my orgasm leaving me panting and weak in the knees as I finally opened my eyes again to see that the light had gone out in her bedroom, leaving it completely dark again, almost as if she’d never been there at all.

There was no doubt that it had been real, though, and I didn’t need my still-rock-hard cock or the evidence I’d left on myself and the floor to tell me that.

Even if she hadn’t been aware of it, she’d been toying with me, teasing me the way she always did. And even though it was sometimes frustrating and always left me with a case of aching blue balls, I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

I loved the chase, the game, the anticipation.

And I knew that someday, somehow, I’d find a way to win that game, to end the chase.

To make that hot-as-hell fantasy into reality.