Without Remorse

Oh, but no, that would be something spontaneous and exciting and oh yeah, would require the impossible—for her to actually leave her damn house.

Wasn’t she tired of being a prisoner?

Her life wasn’t fine and it wasn’t fabulous.

But Nicholas was.

He was amazing. And when he talked about being free, he seemed like he knew what he was talking about. Like it was something he experienced. What did it feel like?

She gently lifted Ramona off her lap and set her on the floor. Ramona only complained a little, and then Sloane’s feet were moving before she thought it all the way through. She opened the front door, blocking the opening with her leg so Ramona couldn’t scoot out this time. “Nicholas!” she shouted.

She could barely make out his hulking form, he was almost to the street again.

“Nicholas,” she called again. “Come back for a second.” She waved her arm to emphasize her words.

He jogged back her way, up the porch steps and stopped in front of her.

“What’s wrong? Do you need something?”

“Next Sunday is baking day,” Sloane blurted. “I’m making cakes. You could come by. If you wanted.”

It seemed to take a moment for her words to register, but as soon as they did, a wide smile hit Nicholas’s face.

“Depends.” For a second, he just eyed Sloane before he continued, the grin tilting his lips up on one side. “What kind of cake?”

Sloane could have laughed with relief. Oh so he was gonna play it like that? She arched an eyebrow. “Watch it. If you behave you just might get to have your cake and eat it too.”

His eyes heated and Sloane felt heat flame her cheeks. Shit. Was she just so used to talking in sexual innuendo she didn’t know how to turn it off?

“What time?” Was it just her, or did his voice sound huskier than before?

“Any time after one in the afternoon. See you.” Then she slammed the door. She stood with her back to it, breathing hard.

“You might get to have your cake and eat it too? The fuck?” This time she did smack her forehead with her palm before shaking her head at herself.

She went back in to check on Ramona, who was curled up on the center of the couch like she owned it. Sloane crouched down, rubbing behind her ears.

She took a deep breath in and out.

It was late and she was tired, but when she grabbed her phone and looked at it, she saw she still had time to make the shower show she had scheduled.

And now more than ever, she couldn’t afford to blow off work.

It was time to start taking back control of her life. Tomorrow, she’d start what was probably a long, insane process of clearing up the shit-show that had been made of her finances.

But tonight, it was time to start earning bank. Thank God she liked to be ahead on her bills. It meant her paycheck in two weeks would cover most of her expenses. She’d only be a few days late on the electric and there probably wouldn’t even be a penalty. A very good thing because ever since the mortgage had almost gone into foreclosure after her aunt died, she got smacked with a fat fine whenever she was even a week late on that bill.

But it also meant she’d be back to living paycheck to paycheck. Something she hadn’t done since she’d started camming.

She locked her jaw and headed to her bedroom, where she stripped down to just her panties. She grabbed the silk robe she’d tossed off in such a hurry earlier and put it back on.

She arranged the robe to loosely cover her breasts, then held her phone over her head and made a sexy face before snapping a picture. After taking a couple more from different angles, she thumbed through the images and decided on the best one. Then she uploaded it to her OnlyFans and added a quick caption:

Guess who’s dirty and needs a shower? Ten minutes till #showertime

Chapter 3

Nicholas

Nicholas toweled off after jogging back down the long road Sloane’s property was on, then hopping into his rental car. It was just a five-minute drive back into town, at least at the speed Nicholas drove. He pulled into the driveway of the house he was renting and hurried inside.

He flipped the lock behind him and then went and sat down on his bed, exhaling a loud breath.

He pulled off his boots and curled his toes, stretching his feet.

And then he stared at his laptop and pulled up the website.

LiveCamGirlsXXX.

Shit.

He scrubbed his hands down his face and then got to his feet again. He really should just hit the sack. He’d been up since dawn. It was quiet enough out here to drive a guy nuts. And this place was what passed for a “town” around here.