Page 85 of Love Thy Neighbor

But this couch is also really comfy…

“What if I promise we won’t leave the house the rest of the weekend?” he proposes. “Well, you have to leave for work. And so my other girlfriend can come over, of course. Can’t have her here when you’re here. That’d be awkward.”

I kick at him and he laughs, grabbing my foot, halting my assault.

“Jack’s Box does have amazing fries. And a burger sounds pretty good…”

“Good. Let’s go grab some grub.”

He shoves up from the couch in a hurry, taking me with him.

“Oof.” I land face-first on the floor, right by the pizza stain that won’t come out of the rug.

“Why are you on the floor? Come on, I’m—”

“Starving. Yeah, I heard.” I roll over and glare at him. “You know, you’re kind of an awful boyfriend so far.”

He grins. “That so?”

I nod. “The worst I’ve had, and that includes Bobby John.”

He fake gasps and glowers at me as he lowers his body over mine, fitting against me and between my legs. “How dare you. You take that back.”

I lift a shoulder. “Bobby John would never throw me on the floor.”

He runs his nose up the column of my neck, peppering it with soft kisses as he makes his way to my ear, rolling his hips into mine. “I only threw you on the floor so I could ravish you.”

“If this is what you call ravishing me, you have some work to do.”

“Stop trying to get me to have sex with you,” he says, nipping at my neck, making his way to my lips. “I’m trying to take you out on the town and show you off.”

“No, you’re just trying to get fed, especially because you know it’s my turn to buy.”

“Is it?” He shrugs. “I had no idea. But, I mean, if you insist…”

He seals his mouth over mine, stealing away all smartass comments I had lined up. He pushes his tongue past my lips, tangling it with my own, and we’re lost in a heated kiss.

He rocks into me, his hard cock rubbing against my clit, the thin fabric of my sleep shorts leaving nothing to the imagination.

He trails kisses down my chin and over my neck. He bites at the swell of my breasts, moving swiftly down my body.

I’m so lost in the feeling building between my legs that I don’t even notice what’s happening until he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my shorts.

“Cooper…” I pant, rising up on my elbows, watching him. “What…what are you doing?”

He pulls my shorts and panties down my legs in one quick move, then peeks up at me.

“I told you.” He grins devilishly. “I’mstarving.”

He disappears between my legs.

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“One drink,”I tell him as he pulls open the door to Lorde’s, the loud music piercing my ears as soon as we step inside.

“Just one,” he promises, his hand finding the small of my back as I walk past him.

Lacing his fingers with mine, he guides me through the lounge and steers me to the right. I see his co-workers back in the same corner they were in last time.

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