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I had no idea he looks so hot in bed.

Watching him taking care of his needs is going to haunt mydreams. Even though we share everything, there’s no way in hell I’ll tell Mandyabout it, or else she’ll make fun of me for the rest of my life.

This is going to be a secret I’ll take with me to my grave.

Holy. Shit.

Through the thin walls—God, is this house made ofcards?—I can hear his heavy breathing and deep groans of pleasure. He’sgetting close to pleasure heaven. I’m frozen in time and space. All I can do ispicture his face, his huge erection in his hand.

Walls may be separating us, but I know in my heart he’sgoing to be my undoing.

Sure, I had imagined him, us, countless times in the pastfew weeks.

But I never thought I’d see him again. And surely not likethis.

I close my eyes, my mind focusing on the picture of him onhis bed.

But now he’s no longer alone.

It’s me who’s doing all the naughty things to him. He’sgroaning while I’m pleasuring him. I like the thought that he’s aroused becauseof me.

My hand slips into my panties. Between my legs, I’m drippingwet—for him. The muscles inside me clench, the heat unbearable. I slidetwo fingers inside me, imaging it’s his fingers that glide between my wetfolds.

To the sounds coming from next door, I begin to touchmyself. When he comes, my own orgasm ripples through me.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

A rap at the door jolts me out of a dream involving the mostbeautiful yet infuriating green eyes I have ever seen. I don’t bother to coverup my half-naked body as I shout, “Come in.”

The door opens, but instead of Mandy’s head popping in, it’sKellan who’s standing in the doorway. I sit up straight, surprised to see him,all traces of sleep gone.

The image of his erection enters my mind, and I rememberlast night’s events.

I remember what I did.

Oh, the mortification.

My face catches fire as I cross my legs to hide the after-orgasmeffects.

“Slept well?” He sports the usual irritating, smugexpression.

My heart skips a couple of beats.

Yes, I slept well.

Too well. All thanks to him.

In broad daylight, he still looks like the jerk I rememberfrom our first meeting. A sexy grin tugs at one corner of his mouth, sending myinsides into a jumbled frenzy of stirred emotions. The hair is definitelylonger than it was back in NYC, and the crisp businessman look is gone. Theslightest hint of dark stubble throws shadows on his cheeks and chin, and helooks surprisingly sexy in yet another pair of faded denims and a snug shirtthat leaves little to the imagination. Without a doubt, he’s the most stunningman I have ever seen. And I have absolutely no idea what to do with myself inhis presence. I’m the most reasonable and composed person I’ve ever known.Nothing ever fazes me, and yet, for some reason, I can’t be my usual cool selfaround him. Particularly not now, with all those vivid memories occupying mymind.

Does he know I watched him jerk off?

Impossible. His eyes were closed the whole time, and I’msure I stood there no longer than two minutes. I mean, surely no one can holdtheir breath for longer than that.

But did he hear my moans through the thin walls?

I tried to be quiet, but how quiet can you be when you’relost in sexual nirvana?

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