Page 23 of Sexy Bad Neighbor

“Is it?” She’s not asking me, not really. She’s debating with herself. Her hands are on my chest, flicking at a flat brown nipple in a way that shoots directly to my balls. Palming her ass, I drag her over the bulge in my pants. Her skirt crinkles under my hand while I touch my lips to her ear.

“Two answers, you make a choice. No, you have dinner and go home.”

She whimpers as I roll my hips against her. “And yes?”

“Then I’m going to take the rest of these clothes off you and put my mouth to every inch of your skin. I’ll whip those panties down your thighs and fuck you with my fingers until you ask for my cock. Then we’ll do it again until you’re a dirty, sweaty mess. The only pole up your ass you’ll be able to think about is mine.”

“Are you trying to insult me?”

Cupping her breast in my hand, I enjoy the weight of it pushing into my palm. Insulting her now would be a daft move. Especially when my entire body is straining to hear her say yes. “Stating facts. That’s all.”

“Facts? You think you’re that great? Is this your big seduction routine?”

“Look, I don’t have some big plan. I’m not that guy.” Except maybe to fuck her in every room and on every surface of my house. Only stopping for necessities. And then there’s her house. It could take weeks. Now that’s a plan I can get on board with. Making this woman in front of me feel good over and over, making her come—definitely a strategy I want to put into action. Something I could see myself putting a lot of time and effort into.

I flick my thumb across a diamond hard nipple, and she arches with a hiss. “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about having my face between your thighs. You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about whether I’d be the dirty fuck that makes you scream.”

She swallows hard, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

“Did you just say yes?” I’m rock hard from one word. Like concrete, and with my pulse racing and heating me up inside. My cock throbs with the need to take her, and I want to grasp her hand and put it on the bulge in my pants to show her what she does to me.

“Yes.” She clears her throat. “Yes, I’ll stay tonight.”

“Jesus.” I swoop in to kiss her. Her mouth melds to mine, our tongues dancing in a rhythmic parry while I pick her up and set her feet on the ground. My fingers brush up her exposed thighs, pushing her skirt up to her hips to reveal a thong that matches her bra. Turning her to face the counter, I wrap one arm around her waist and hold her to my chest. My cock pushes at her ass, and I slip a hand in the front of her panties. “You’re a vixen in hiding, aren’t you? Under all your professional garb is a woman who needs to be dirty.”

She moans when I touch her clit. Immediately. Wet and swollen and needy. “It’s been… this isn’t … I don’t…” Another moan as I swirl my finger through her wetness and over the sensitive spot. “Do this.”

“But you want it.”

“You make me. Oh God.” Her knees shake as I slide one finger into her pussy. It clenches around me while I stroke her gently. Nudging her hair to one side, I nip at her neck, and she turns her mouth to me. Her breath is heavy, laced with need.

“I what?” I’m sliding my finger in and out of her, tracing her clit each time. And she bucks into my hand, silently pushing for more. No, not silently. She might not use words to tell me she wants more of my hand, faster, deeper, harder, but the air between us is filled with the squelch of our movements and tiny whimpers. “I make you want to what?”

“I don’t know.” Her hand creeps down my forearm to her panties and covers mine, pushing me deeper while she rubs against my palm.

“Get dirty.” I growl in her ear, my body responding to my brain imagining her saying the words. “That’s what you were thinking, right? I want to hear you say it.”

Moving a little faster, my fingers work her until it’s only my arm around her waist holding her up. She cries out as she pulses in my hand, and I kiss her again.

I linger over her mouth, turning her into me so that her hands are resting on my chest and the heat of her skin warms me. “I think we need to go to the basement.”

“Why?” she asks, as I scoop her up. I know she’s a grown-ass woman, but let’s face it, my legs are longer and I’m in a hurry. Besides, I want her mouth right where it is. On mine.

For now.

I chuckle. She’s probably going to be shocked, her eyes bugging out of her head, when she realizes the only condom supply in the house is the one she delivered.

“Believe it or not, I don’t go around fucking every woman I meet like you seemed hell-bent on believing. Condoms are in the basement.”

“Why would you keep them there?”

I put her down as we enter the area where I keep my gym equipment. There’s a punching bag hanging from chains attached to the ceiling in the far corner. My weight bench and free weights sit more in the middle of the far wall. Crossing to where some of my moving boxes are still stacked, I pick up the one from her prank.

She peeks over my shoulder at the sex doll’s wide mouth gaping out from under the foil squares. “Oh God, I can’t believe I did that.”

“It’s funny as hell,” I tell her, and it’s true. It wasn’t at the time, but her sense of humor is a beautiful thing.

“It was awkward and unwarranted.” She laughs. “But you started it.”

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