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  Under His Watchful Eye

  Love Under Lockdown, Book 13

  A series of standalone quarantine romance books.

  Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

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  Love Under Lockdown series:

  1): Under Lock & Key

  2): Under Lockdown

  3): Under Strict Orders

  4): Stuck Together

  5): Under His Roof

  6): Under the Hawaiian Sun

  7): Under Wraps

  8): Under His Care

  9): Under the Sheets

  10): Dating During Lockdown

  11): Under His Protection

  12): Locked Down with Mr. Right

  13): Under His Watchful Eye

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Epilogue

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  Chapter One

  Liam

  I must have spent three years trying to get her attention- Three and a quarter if I am being exact.

  I have tried calling her to my office for the pettiest of things, finding small mistakes that would force us to spend more time together, trying to make her heckles rise, even finding small faults in her work. What have I gotten throughout the years? Pure indifference.

  She always does whatever I tell her to without a single complaint and then goes back to bury herself in her computers, or papers, or presentations again. It is like nothing can ever get to her in her little world.

  What she doesn’t know is that her indifference has made me both hate and love her all the more. She has always managed to make me hate her a little for her inability to feel emotions, and love her more thanks to fantasizing what it would be like to entice her out of the little world in her head.

  Yet now Anna Mallon is doing what feels a lot like flirting with me.

  Her eyes are looking straight at the camera fixed on her home desk, looking so cheeky that I want to kiss the little smirk off her lips. She looks so innocent yet so naughty that I want to do all sorts of wicked pleasurable things to her.

  Right as I look, she reaches with her index finger to swipe the beaded red dot on top of her chest and brings it up to show me. She must know I am watching because she is holding her index finger to the camera.

  Fuck.

  When I told her that she had something on her chest some minutes ago, I was expecting the usual indifference. This was nothing like I expected, but in this case, I am glad to be disappointed.

  I want to know what is going to happen next, but my eyes can’t stop looking at the very impressive cleavage she has put on full display. Very unlike the usual grey or brown high cut official blouses, but again, I am not exactly complaining. I am holding my breath waiting to see what she will do next, when she does something most uncharacteristic of her.

  The little minx smears the jam on her lips, staining them red before licking it off slowly. She has me on the edge of my seat and I just about cum my pants off when she lets off a little moan the minute she tastes the jam.

  My hands come up to cover my eyes as I groan into the back of my hand.

  She knows what she’s doing.

  She has to know what she is doing to me.

  I’m about to call her and order her to be at my house in the next ten minutes when the phone rings. I rub my face again before shutting off Anna’s camera screen and picking up the phone.

  “Liam Thorne. Speak!” I bark into the phone.

  There is a pause before the other side responds, “This is Michael from IT, sir.”

  I feel a little bad for the guy. He has nothing to do with my impatient mood, yet I am taking it out on him. Letting out a deep breath, I soften my tone.

  “Talk to me, Mikey.”

  I hear him clear his throat before he continues, “My team and I have been poking around, and we have confirmed that there must be a mole inside our company.”

  Thorne Tech has been experiencing a number of hits in the form of leaked out information in the past three months. While the breach is not that extensive yet, it has been costing us money and our stock has gone down.

  That is why, as a precaution, we started monitoring all employees who have might have access to important information under the guise of making sure all our employees are working the hours they are supposed to be working during the pandemic period, in which they are all quarantined and working from home.

  It is also the reason I have access to Anna’s desk camera.

  “How can you be so sure?” I ask.

  Is that my voice? Because it sounds a little distracted, even to me.

  “Because nobody could have known about our buying Brown Tech except for those inside our company.”

  Makes sense. But then again, we have been thinking the same thing all along. It doesn’t seem to be a new development. I hate for my time to be wasted but I try not to sound too curt to Mikey, who is a good guy just trying to do his job.

  “Okay, then, let me know if there is more. In the meanwhile, go over everyone’s records and activities for the past twenty days. Anything that is useful, let me know.”

  There is another pause, before he says, “That could take a while.”

  “Do it.”

  I hang up the phone and my fingers go straight to my hair.

  It is not the first time our company has had a saboteur, nor will it be the last. We deal in new tech and of course there are people who want to get their hands on it before it is even out there. But this is the first time we haven’t caught it early and that is worrying me.

  I need a distraction so badly before I go into overthinking mode and this entire pandemic is making things even harder. I am about to go raiding the liquor for a shot of whiskey or two when my brain shuts down completely.

  Right there on my screen is a message.

  A simple ‘Hey there.’

  The first message I have ever received from Anna.

  She has worked in my company for three years and I have done everything I could to get her attention during each and every one of those years. All she has done during that time is ignore my very existence.

  For three years I wanted her to look at me like I looked at her, to notice me. But she never did.

  I always thought she didn’t like me. I mean, apart from “yes, sir,” “no, sir,” and “right away, sir,” there are not many other words I have ever heard from her until today. Her message sounds so casual and so unlike her.

  Despite my good sense, I find myself typing back to her.

  “Hey yourself.”

  Seconds tick by and I still sit there glued to my screen. An email or two come in about work and I answer them quickly and absentmindedly before returning to our Skype screen. She is online, but she is saying nothing.

  After an entire minute has passed, there are three dots on the screen to show that she is typing something. So, I wait.

  And I wait.

  And I wait some more.

  Nothing comes through.

  I find myself typing something I might regret.

  “You look different today.”

  After I send it, I read it and wonder how she might interpret my message. Will she view me like a stalker of some sort? Will she…

  “Did you like what I was wearing?”

  I find myself nodding and smiling like an idiot before I realize she cannot see me.

  “I really do,” I type to her, then decide to throw caution to the wind and add, “You look too sexy for words.”

  There is silence again from her end so I quickly add, “Can I call you?”

  I might have taken things too far on that one, because she quickly answers with, “Please don’t.”

  My face just about falls at how fast she says no before she adds again, “My boss is monitoring me to make sure I work all the hours I should be working.”

  I see what she’s doing there. Playing games with me. I love it. It makes me want to teach her a lesson so that I can win the game. My cock gets very hard at the thought.

  “Besides, I am blushing so badly right now that I might choke on my own words,” she adds.

  Before I think more about it, I find myself typing back, “Why is that?”

  “Because crushes have a way of rendering us useless, sir.”

  It is stupid. Of course it is stupid that her simple sentence brings a smile back to my face.

  She likes me.

  Anna Mallon has a crush on me.

  “Then I won’t call you. YET.”

  She sends me a smiley face, then logs off right as I scramble for the camera screen to focus on her.

  I can’t help wondering to myself: Why now?

  I wish I was strong enough to spoil it by asking her this question. But even though I’m usually a strong, take charge guy, when it comes to Anna Mallon, I am weak and g
reedy.

  I am weak because I don’t want to scare her away and spoil this flirty side of her, but I am also greedy because I want her under me, on top of me and beside me on every surface of my house. I want to put my hard cock into her wet pussy and fuck her like she has never been fucked before.

  As I look at her delicate features and her grinning face, I know.

  With her first simple message, Anna just gave me an opening, and I know I won’t stop until I have her.

  And I am a greedy bastard because for three years, I have wanted her. I never thought I could have her but I didn’t ever stop wanting her.

  Now that she has made it known that she wants me too, I won’t stop until I am buried so deep inside her that she won’t be able to get me out.

  Chapter Two

  Anna

  Have you ever felt like you were living on a rainbow?

  Or felt so good that you would do anything to keep feeling?

  That is how I feel each time I’m chatting with Liam Thorne after work. During the past week, we’ve almost fallen into a routine where we work all day and chat with each other after work about anything and everything.

  In this time we’ve talked about everything from our feelings for each other, to work, to music, to dreams. Our conversations have been both deep and general and I couldn’t be happier, but I can’t shake the feeling that Liam is being careful with me.

  Not even once have we talked about anything that hints at sex.

  Why is that?

  I don’t know.

  We have had a crush on each other for quite a while. He has confessed to having a crush on me right from the start, and I would be lying if I said I haven’t wanted him for just as long. But I was very careful to guard my feelings and not let on.

  The office setting would have prevented any affair we could have had because we are all like a close knit family, but now that we are in a quarantine period, we can do what we want and nobody will notice. In our computer screens, we are not a boss and one of his employees anymore. We are just a man and a woman who like each other.

  So, forgive me if I am wrong, but is there any liking between a man and a woman that doesn’t come with wanting each other?

  I like him so much that I don’t want to spoil it before I know what this is budding into. But when you have spent the last three years with the boss of your boss starring in every one of your X-rated fantasies, isn’t it normal to wanted to star in your real-life X-rated moments as well?

  I’ve been wondering if I should tell him about the conflicting feelings in my head. But I haven’t wanted to ruin things when they are just getting started.

  Liam

  I wake up this morning feeling like something important has just been wrenched from my hands. As reality starts to set in, I start to understand that she was not really here. I was dreaming about her in my arms once again, but unlike before, I knew what she looked like.

  I knew how soft her pussy folds felt.

  I knew how pink her flesh looked.

  I knew that her nipples were a dusky pink that made me want to put my mouth on her.

  It isn't the first time I have had an erotic dream about Anna, but this is the first time it felt so real to me. And I won't stop until I have all of her.

  Dragging myself into the shower, I wince slightly at the morning wood I’m sporting. I’m starting to understand why they call it morning wood because this actually feels like it could split something.

  I smile at that thought, reaching out to give it a stroke. My fingers wrap around my own cock and I give it a squeeze, feeling it jerk.

  But that’s all it does.

  My fingers look wrong on my cock, and I know why that is. It’s because I want to feel her fingers, instead of my own, around my cock. A thought occurs to me as I turn the shower to cold and flinch as the water hits my back. It’s a persistent thought I cannot shake.

  Why settle for less when I can have more?

  I want Anna, and if she wants me too, then what am I waiting for?

  She has been saying that she wants me, too, and that she has wanted me for more than three years. The times we have chatted and of course our little screen time show me exactly that.

  But I’ve been holding back, now that I can finally have her, out of respect for my employee and also out of fear for what being with her would do to the company I’d built. But I know it’s futile to resist my feelings. I’m going to have to give in, now that I know just how much she has been wanting me to do so.

  Of course, I’m curious to know why she chose now to take action, but I don’t want to jinx it this way. So instead, I will get her here and sort out the rest later.

  When I settle down at my desk, my hair is still wet from the rushed shower, and my t-shirt is still clinging to my skin. I open our chat window and send her a single ‘hello.’

  She is online and she has checked in to signify that her workday started at seven thirty, but she doesn’t really say anything. Seconds slowly tick by and turn into minutes. My feet tap the floor over and over again because I am feeling impatient and, if I’m honest, a little excited.

  I switch screens after about fifteen minutes of waiting to the video camera and there she is.

  All pale skin, a slight smattering of freckles on her nose, full lips and that cute button nose of hers I would love to drop a kiss on. She looks fresh without the makeup she had on, and I love it.

  She is just staring at her screen with a small smile on her lips. Anna is the ultimate kind of beauty- she is beautiful but oblivious to the fact. Looking at her, the small smile tells me everything I need to know.

  She isn't ignoring me. She is just feeling shy.

  I feel a smile touch my lips as I send her another message.

  "You look cute today. It makes me want you even more.”

  On the screen, she smiles and blushes for a second before her brows crease. She looks like she is thinking too hard and it makes me want to kiss that frown away. She types something, then deletes it, then types it again.

  I am not this kind of guy, the guy that fills with warmth at the site of a girl, but Anna makes me that guy- and somehow, I am loving it.

  She makes me horny at the sight of her alone, but she also makes me want to hold her close to me and give her comfort. It is a feeling I want to take further and see where it leads if she will let me.

  "Like a child?"

  I shake my head before I realize she cannot really see me across the screen.

  "No. Like a woman."

  She looks at the camera and lets out a laugh. She must know I am looking. I am struck by the sight of her laughing so openly, but I am regretful that I cannot hear the sound of her laughter.

  "Thank you."

  I don't know how to broach the subject, so I just dive into it. I am impatient to have my hands on Anna. My shower and my bed felt empty in the morning and I am eager to remedy that.

  "Sure. What if I told you I want to wake up to that face tomorrow morning?"

  According to the reluctance she just showed and how she bolted the previous night, I don't know if what I just did is wise. Something tells me I might just have made a mistake by rushing her, so I poise to send another message to tell her to forget I just said that. Instead, the girl who has surprised me since the quarantine period started goes on to surprise me again.

  "I would say make me an offer I can't resist."

  My heart slams against my chest and I feel giddy with exhilaration.

  "Well, if I woke up with you I could finally kiss your lips like I have always wanted."

  Her answer is almost immediate.

  "Go on."

  "I would also get to put my mouth on that little bundle of nerves between your legs and suck. Should I go on?"

  On the camera, she goes rosy red to the tips of her ears, but she is also grinning a very naughty smile. It takes her a while to respond, but finally she answers.

  "Very tempting, though impossible."

  Impossible?

  I don't deal in a world of impossibilities, so I call her. She takes her time answering, but she finally does.

  "I am supposed to be working, sir. My boss will be so angry if..."

  "Why is it impossible?"

  She blinks like she can't believe me, and then says, "Well, I can't just come and go because of the quarantine thing."