Page 64 of Perfect Pact

Chapter 13

Beth

I’vebeenlayingherefor the past hour watching Dusty sleep. He looks so peaceful. The steady rise and fall of his chest, his earthy smell, even the faint smile he has when he sleeps—this man is something else.

I’ve never felt this way before.Happy.

“I can feel you staring at me.” Dusty groans, his voice croaking with sleep.

“Sorry.” I don’t even try to deny it. What’s the point? The man is gorgeous and completely naked. If I didn’t take this opportunity to gawk over him, I would be crazy.

“Come here.” He opens his arms wide.

I don’t waste time. I scoot across the bed and tangle myself in his arms.

“How are you feeling?” His hand draws lazy circles on my lower back.

“I’m good,” I admit. And I am. Yesterday, Dusty made me realize it’s okay to let someone in. He promised he would help me pick up the pieces, that I didn’t have to do it alone.

“Are you sure?” He rolls me on top of him, his dick rubbing me in the right places. “Because I’m thinking I didn’t do my job.”

Playful Dusty is back.

“And what’s that?”

“Fucking you into oblivion.” He runs the back of his hand along the side of my breast, down my torso, and rests it on my hip with a squeeze. My favorite kind of tickle.

“Oh, trust me…” I feign a yawn. “You deserve a gold star for your performance.”

“Just one?”

Dusty pushes up. The tip of his dick, rubbing between my folds. My eyes close at the sensation, and my mouth falls open.

“Five. Five stars.” I hold up five fingers.

“That’s better.” He taps his lips. “Kiss me.”

But I have something better in mind. I run my finger from his lips, down his beard, to his happy trail. “I think I would rather kiss you right there.”

“Me too, darlin’. But first, I need you here.” He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to his chest.

I love the feel of his skin on mine. The power I feel being on top of him. When he looks at me, desire shining in his baby blue eyes…it’s something I never want to forget. I’ll never take this for granted.

I’m one lucky neighbor.

“Kiss me,” he demands, and I do.

Describe the kiss here. He rolls her over and it isn’t just a Good Morning Kiss. This is filled with promises and whatever here.

“Dusty…” I moan his name as he kisses his way down my neck as his magical fingers tease my entrance.

My phone rings. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” My eyes go wide when I realize it’s the special ring I assigned to the bank.

“Ignore it,” Dusty circles my navel, and boy, do I want to.

“Mmm—” I do as he asks. Maybe they’ll leave a voicemail. This man’s tongue is magic. My hands are busy tangling in his hair when the phone goes off again.

“Go ahead.” He rolls over and falls to his back.

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