Page 25 of Sexy Bad Neighbor

“Do you think it’s the moon?” Chloe touches her hair, scooping it back from her face.

She’s been doing that the entire time we’ve been out on the deck eating dinner. Smoothing it back every time it falls forward, but I like the way it’s untameable right now.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Because it’s full.” She pushes her empty plate away. “Don’t they say people act crazy when there’s a full moon?”

“Trying to convince yourself that the moon made you have sex with me?” I gather up our dishes and stand up.

“When you put it that way it just sounds ridiculous.” She follows me inside where I dump the dirty plates beside the sink and grab the strawberries from the fridge. “I’m fully responsible for my own actions, but I can’t say I expected to end up wearing your sweatshirt tonight when I woke up this morning.”

“Maybe just enjoy it.” I scoop some of the fruit into bowls and add a dollop of cream before heading back outside. “Now come try some of this dessert you made.”

She crinkles her nose as she curls up in a seat beside me. “I don’t think so. That concoction can’t possibly taste any better than it sounded when you told me to put vinegar in it.”

“I promise you’ll like it a lot more than you think.” I scoop up one of the strawberries with my fingers and hold it up to her mouth. “Be adventurous.”

For a moment she contemplates the fruit in my hand. Then she gives in, her lips closing around my fingers as she takes the morsel and sucks the juice from my skin. “Oh wow, that’s … mmm.”

Eyes closed, head tilted back, she moans as she chews. I lean back, threading my hands behind my head and enjoying the view. Stars stud the sky above us, glittering bright. The night sky is a good part of what I like about living here, but I can’t tear my gaze away from the woman in front of me.

“That tastes amazing,” she says, opening her eyes. This time she doesn’t balk when I offer her a bowl. “It’s like an orgasm for your tastebuds. Who would have thought? What are they called?”

“Strawberries with balsamic vinegar.” The noises she’s making while she eats make me shift about uncomfortably.

“They should be called mouthgasms. No. Strawgasms.” She screws up her brow and pops another piece of fruit in her mouth.

“I’ve got a mouthgasm right here if you want it.”

Her laugh is surprisingly uninhibited. “You have a dirty mind for someone in computer programming. Isn’t that supposed to go against every nerdy fiber in your body?”

Leaning across the space between us, I take her face between my hands. “You would be amazed at how much tech heads know about the workings of the real world from hands-on experience. I’m just confident enough to admit what I want.”

Getting out of the chair, she drops to her knees in front of me, my sweatshirt barely covering her thighs. Her hands squeeze my knees and then scrape up my thighs to undo my pants and take hold of my cock.

In the quiet darkness, with flame shadows dancing over her face and making her eyes shine, she strokes the length of my erection and guides it to her mouth. Jesus, it’s a beautiful sight. Her lips part and the tip of her tongue flicks across the head and she makes a sound not unlike the noise she made over the strawberries.

Then she wraps her lips around my shaft and starts to suck and lick and hum.

Afterward, I lift her to her feet and kiss her while I try to remember how to walk. I’m so wrung out it takes me a few minutes. Then I scoop up our bowls and wineglasses, depositing them in the kitchen as I lead her through the house. We have all night, hours of darkness, and she has my undivided attention.

We sleep a little when the sun rises, in a tangle of limbs and sex. The scent of her shampoo tickling my nose and the smell of sex heavy in the air. At some point I wake to the sound of a car, a knock on the door.

Chloe’s still asleep beside me, and I try not to wake her as I slip out of bed and make my way down the stairs. Opening the door, I eye my brother warily. Normally, his stopping by wouldn’t bother me, but then normally I don’t have a woman in my bed. A woman who would take one look at James in his suit, his power tie perfectly knotted around his neck, his Rolex on his wrist, and tick every single one of her boxes. “You, of all people, should know how to use a phone.”

“Apparently, you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or was it the desk?” James enters the foyer. “Since I missed your birthday, I figured I’d stop by, see if you want to grab breakfast or something.”

And give up this fun little sex bubble Chloe and I have going on? I was kind of hoping to devote the rest of the morning to it, actually, and no version of bacon and eggs could convince me breakfast with my brother is a better deal.

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