Page 72 of Love Thy Neighbor

“I’m close,” I tell him, my eyes beginning to flutter closed as my orgasm edges closer.

“Open,” he barks. “I want to see you fall apart.”

A few more strokes, and I do.

My pussy clenches around him, and with another few pumps, he falls right behind me.

His strokes slow, his breaths coming in short pants along with mine.

My heart is beating so loud that if it weren’t for our gasps for air filling the room, I’m certain he would hear it.

“Shit,” he mutters, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on the headboard. “We are so fucked.”

And he’s right.

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We are so fucked.

It’s my first thought when I peel my eyes open, looking around the familiar room.

Cooper’s room.

The last thing I remember is Cooper collapsing next to me, curling his arm around my waist, and pulling me tightly against him. His lips ghosted over the back of my neck over and over, the light touches soothing and everything I didn’t realize I needed in the moment.

I waited for the panic to set in. I guess I fell asleep waiting. Judging from the now dark sky, at least an hour has passed, if not more.

What time is it?

“It’s almost eight.” His hoarse voice slices through the quiet room like a thunderous boom. “You fell asleep.”

“Did you?” I ask.

“A little.”

We fall quiet again, the only sound the fans on his computer.

I’m not sure how long we stay like that, me with my head on his chest, lying in the quiet, but it’s long enough for his breathing to even out, and I wonder if he’s fallen asleep.

I slept with my best friend.

And it was easily the best sex I’ve ever had.

Like so good I already know I’m one hundred percent ruined for life. I don’t think anyone else could possibly make me feel that good again.

The panic that was missing before starts to creep in.

What did I do? What didwedo?

“Stop.”

His voice is commanding, but nothing near what it was when he was inside of me.

I didn’t realize Cooper had that side to him. Sure, he’s bossy as hell on a good day, but I never knew it carried over into the bedroom.

I never thought I’d like it so much either.

“Stop what?” I ask.

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