No Stranger


Trawling dive bars on Halloween merits curvy Kate more than a one-night stand. Someone is obsessed with her…only, he won’t reveal his identity. But this man who sets her body on fire knows too much about her to be a stranger. His questionable methods of contacting her leave much to be desired though his touch certainly doesn’t. Suspecting everyone in her life is no way to function. Still, she can’t bring herself to put an end to what is the best sex of her life. And taking a reckless chance on a man who makes her feel beautiful just might pay off in the end.

Reader warning: This erotic romance is written in the first person point of view.

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My breath stuttered upon reading the username. Kate’s Secret Lover.

Oh God. He was now trying to Skype me!

But that would mean he’d let me see him. Right?

My heart slammed wildly while the window rang for attention.

Words flowed from my lips before I could stop them. “I’ve got to take this, Mom. I’ll call you later.”

I accepted the call.

To my dismay there was no video image available on the other side. But there was audio.

“Kate.” I instantly recognized the deep, whispered voice as belonging to my mystery lover.

My heart stumbled twice. “What do you want?”


It was so easy for him to say shit like that when I didn’t know who he was—when he was hiding everything.

Gathering what little breath I could muster, I tried to snap a response. “I told you to leave me alone unless you were going to reveal your identity.”

“You don’t want to know who I am,” he said in the low pitch that never could have come from shy Jeremy.

“It’s made me sick for a week and a half,” I said. “I haven’t been sleeping. I just want you to leave me alone.”

“No. What you want is for me to fuck you again.”

I wished I could argue with his husky whisper—that I could say I didn’t want that. I couldn’t. My delayed response made him laugh—a gravelly sound that instantly pulled at my pussy.

“Where are you? Is that your bedroom? Are you alone?”

Apparently even though I couldn’t see him, he could see me through my still lit web cam. “Do you see anyone else here?”

“I meant, is your brother at home?”

I hadn’t publicized that I lived with my brother. But I was done drawing conclusions based on tiny clues. He could be anyone. He needn’t be any of my friends or colleagues. He’d proven he could hack into my email. My creepy stalker had probably read all of my private messages.

“I’ll assume that’s a no.” His voice lowered into a sensually rough murmur. “Get on the bed, Kate.”

I wanted to shout at him to leave me alone. The pressure building between my thighs meant I’d need release soon whether or not I turned off my computer. “I don’t—”

“Do this for me and I’ll give you a treat,” he said.

“I don’t want a treat. I just want you to leave me alone.” Each time I said it sounded less believable than the last.

There was no response at first. “Do this for me, Kate, and we’ll arrange to meet.”

Arranging to meet meant I’d find out who he was.

Even if I persuaded him to leave me alone as I’d demanded, I’d always wonder who had fucked me that night. The mystery would be in the back of my mind until I got a new job and moved to a new local. Even then I would think on it now and again.

“What do you want me to do?”

There was a heavy exhale into his microphone as if the answer relieved him. “Do you have a vibrator?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course.”

“Get it. I want to watch you.”

He gave orders while I walked around the other side of the bed to the bedside table. “Put the laptop somewhere I’ll be able to see everything.”

I crawled over the bed toward the laptop. “I don’t know that I have any place that will work.”

“Do you have a table you can move to the end of the bed?” the disembodied voice asked.

He’d never been in my room. Jeremy had. It wasn’t Jeremy.

“Not really,” I said.

“Then just stick it on the end of the bed.”

I moved toward the end of the bed.

“Stop.” The demand was spoken at a conversational volume, in the ordinary voice that could have belonged to anyone. I wanted to cry out at the unfairness of this.

Instead I kicked my thigh out impatiently, and then settled my weight onto it. “What now?”

“I want to watch you strip where I can see you.”

A shiver of desire skittered up my torso from the demand—a demand that hinted he desired my body. I reached for the hem of my V-neck T-shirt.

“No,” I said, halting the motion. “If I don’t get what I want then you don’t get what you want.”

There was a quiet laugh. “How are you going to get off if you don’t strip?”

“I don’t need to be fully nude to get off. You know that. I wasn’t nude when you fucked me.”

“Close enough.”

Time to turn the tables on this asshole. “I’m not going to strip for you, whoever you are. And I’m not going to get off unless you get off with me.”

Again he chuckled. “You thought I wouldn’t?”