Page 89 of Love Thy Neighbor

I squeeze my thighs together, that sweet burn his stubble left behind not letting me forget a moment of him being between them.

I want him again.

Bad.

“Stop,” I hiss. “We’re in public.”

“Then let’s go home.”

“I thought you wanted to come out tonight? Drinking and dancing?”

“I want you more.”

I laugh. “You act like you’re sex-deprived.”

“I am. Horribly so. You should probably suck my cock way more often.”

“Like I said, hopeless.”

“Like I said, hopelessly devoted to you.”

I try not to grin, shaking my head.

Going home to have sex with Cooper—again—sounds amazing, but I also know he really enjoys his nights out, and I don’t want him to give that up for me.

“Let’s dance first,” I say. “Then if you still feel like ravishing me after a few songs, we can go.”

“Okay, but to be fair, I always want to ravish you.”

We last one song.

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Cooper

Mmm.Tits.

Monday mornings have slowly become one of my favorites.

Making Waves is closed, and if I work hard enough over the weekend while Caroline’s at work, I can squeeze in a few hours with her just like this.

I give Caroline’s boob a squeeze and she sighs, pretending to be annoyed at my early-morning advances.

I know she’s awake, just like I’m sure, based on the boner I currently have, she knows I’m awake too.

“Are you pretending to sleep so you can fondle me and I can’t get mad because you did itin your sleepand sleep you is at fault, not awake you?”

“Maybe.”

She laughs, rolling over to face me. I feel her lips against the tip of my nose.

“Good morning.”

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this, waking up next to her. I can’t believe I haven’t always done it.

I peel my eyes open. “Good morning, trash breath.”

“Oh my god,” she growls, shoving at me. “You are so rude.”

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