Page 90 of Love Thy Neighbor

“What’s rude is waking me up with your awful morning breath.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining about my awful morning breath yesterday. Or the day before.”

“To be fair, the day before you woke me up with my cock in your mouth.”

She blushes.

“You are so much dirtier in bed than I thought you were.”

“I knew you’d thought about me in bed before.”

She groans. “I swear, I’m sleeping in my own bed tonight.”

She’s a liar. She hasn’t slept in her bed since the first night we had together.

That was over three weeks ago.

She’s tried a few times, but she always ends up back in here, curled against me within a few hours.

“Whatever you say, trash breath.”

She shoves me again and scoots out of bed, disappearing down the hall. I hear her scrambling around, then the water kicks on.

I crawl out of bed, stalking down the hall to the bathroom we share.

I push open the door and slide in behind her, reaching over her and turning off the water.

“Cooper!” she says, or at least that’s what it sounds like. It’s hard to tell with her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, a dribble of toothpaste running down her chin.

“Quit running up my bills.”

She spits, wiping the toothpaste off, glaring at me in the mirror. “The water bill ismybill.”

“Yeah, but you get used to running this one up, you’ll get used to running them all up.” I cross my arms over my chest, leaning against the doorjamb. “I can’t risk that.”

“You’re so annoying this morning.” She rolls her eyes, resuming her brushing.

She knows I hate it when she does that. The defiance drives me fucking mad. Makes me want to bend her over this counter and show her it’s not nice to roll your eyes at someone.

I lean into her, and she halts her movements when she feels me against her, feels how obvious it is that my cock is growing hard.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” I say into her ear, my eyes meeting hers in our shared reflection.

She lifts a brow, silently saying,What are you going to do about it?

I reach around her, pull the toothbrush from her mouth, and place it back in the holder.

I gather her wild hair into my hands, still damp from her after-sex shower last night, all while she stares at me with a flushed face and wide eyes.

“Spit,” I tell her.

She does.

“Good girl.” I release her hair. “Take your top off.”

She strips the material off her body.

She’s not wearing a bra, and my cock grows at the sight of her tits, which are marked with red spots from the time I spent paying them extra attention last night.

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