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A crackle of heat and anticipation rose in the charged silence. We could have been a couple of gunslingers in the Wild West, fingers on triggers, wondering who was going to strike first. It was me this time.

I pushed Rob’s chest and pounced, slamming my mouth over his. My heartbeat rang in my ears as I devoured him with a ferocity that made my head spin. The scent of his cologne and sweat and something uniquely him hit me hard. I didn’t understand my reaction to him. It was reckless and extreme. So not like me, it was scary.

And get this…I whimpered like a kitten when he hooked his fingers in my belt loops and yanked me closer. Here we were again, making out with hands roving, hungry tongues, and the sweet tease of friction.

I managed to unbuckle Rob’s belt, but I moved slowly, giving him plenty of opportunity to stop me. He didn’t. I unzipped him, hiked his T-shirt out of the way, and lowered his jeans. Then I gripped his shaft through his cotton boxer briefs, running my thumb along the head of his cock and the precum leaking at his tip.

Rob broke the kiss with a gasp, eyeing me curiously…or cautiously. I couldn’t be sure. I stilled my hand and awaited the verdict—stop or go?

“On your knees,” he commanded in a deep timbre.

That should have pissed me off. I didn’t like being told what to do. I wanted to be in charge, wanted to call the shots. Not tonight.

I obeyed in a flash, shoving the elastic band over his hips to free his erection.

And holy shit, I was salivating. No joke. He was thick and hard and so damn perfect. I glanced up…for permission? Maybe. Again, that wasn’t like me, but he’d set something in motion, and I sensed a power play that couldn’t be ignored.

Rob inclined his chin, and it was all the invitation I needed. I gripped his length, squeezing his base slightly as I licked a path to his slit. I twirled my tongue at his crown, lapping up precum like a hungry cat before opening wide. He set a hand on my head and groaned, low and needy.

I hummed around his cock, sucking, licking, stroking. It had been a while for me and God, it felt so good to worship dick. No, not just any dick. This was Rob fucking Vilmer. My memories of him in college might have been hazy, but I’d watched his NFL games. I’d seen his powerful body in action, obliterating opponents like a warrior in battle. He was wildly strong and fierce, and nothing turned me on quite as much as knowing he was hard for me.

I couldn’t drag this out and make him beg me. Not this time. I wanted to deep-throat him, taste him, swallow every drop of?—

Rob pushed my forehead in warning, pulling his cock free and panting as he met my gaze.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Give it to me,” I demanded.

He squeezed his eyes shut but didn’t protest. I pumped his shaft, flicking my tongue under his crown and sucking it. Two seconds later, he erupted with a strangled growl. I took it all. Everything he had.

I sat on my heels, wiping the corner of my mouth as I looked up at Rob blinking his way back to reality. Was I feeling smug and a little satisfied? Fuck, yeah, I was.

“C’mere.” Rob pulled me to my feet and held my head in his hands as he ravaged me.

I was so caught up in filthy dirty kisses, I barely registered that he’d undone my jeans until he was jerking me off. It was sensory overload in the extreme, and there was no way to fall apart with dignity. He silenced my roar with his mouth, softening the connection as I slowly returned to reality.

Oh.

Shit.

I just blew my neighbor.

Christ, a few days ago, I’d sworn I’d never touch Rob again, and look at me now. I’d folded like a house of cards.

There was no point in pretending we didn’t know exactly where this was going, but I was me, so…

“We shouldn’t do this.” I plucked a few tissues from the box on his desk, head lowered as I cleaned up.

Rob straightened my collar, and met my glowering expression with a sunny grin. “No, but we will.”

I frowned, unable to think of a single F U or a sweet comeback to put him in his place.

The best I could do was, “Do something about your crooked sign. This is a respectable neighborhood.”

His melodic laughter followed me all the way out the door. And I couldn’t blame him.

Not one little bit.

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