Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
When I open the door, it’s to the warm sun. Having a hot day in February is rare even for Florida. Lucky for me, the outdoor pool on the property is heated during the winter months, meaning the water is a warm seventy-five degrees, no matter the temperature outside.
“Holy fuck, Batman.” I step outside onto the shared space where I’ve got a small welcome mat and a black metal stand with a Pothos plant, the blooms spilling over in long strands. I was worried it might go through some kind of trauma with the move, but it’s clearly thriving.
The plant isn’t what I’m breathing heavy for. It’s for a different reason entirely.
“Finally. It’s about time you showed up.” My neighbor greets me in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His skin glistens from what I can only assume is a shower. One lone drop cascades down his sternum. My tongue slides along my dry lips, and I completely miss the undertone of annoyance in his voice.
Nope, I’m too dumbfounded by the packing of muscle he’s carrying, his broad shoulders, strong arms, and a chest that makes me want to knead each dip and groove as I explore my way down to his abdomen. And the light smattering of hair that leads down to his happy trail. I’m clearly sex deprived because I swear to whatever is holy, there’s a slight twitch beneath the green fabric of his cotton towel.
“You’re late.” My eyes snap up, and realization hits at the same time it does him. My nosey neighbor is none other than the man I’ve seen in the parking lot, and if looks could kill, he’d surely be dead by the one I’m sending his way.
All week, I’ve been kept up by his blasted television. Every night, I thought I’d slowly lose my mind. And it’s been him all along.
“Late for what exactly?” I cross my arms over my chest, wait for an explanation, and watch as he does a long perusal of his own. This ought to be interesting. Maybe swimming will do more than help my leg; it might help the swirling hormones that are currently in overdrive, too.
3
Dean
Fucking fuck. Never did I think the woman in the parking lot would be my next-door neighbor or that she’d have a rocking figure as hot as what she’s currently showing off. I guess it’s a good thing I came outside when Scout heard footsteps, alerting me to the fact that the dog walker I hired to come daily was here. The unexpected callout had me fumbling to get shit done with a quickness like no other. Hence why I flew out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, dripping wet.
“Shit, you’re not the dog walker,” I toss out like I don’t have a fucking brain between my ears.
“Yeah, that’d be a big fat no. You have a dog?” There’s a contemplative look on her face, like something is finally clicking. Apparently, I’m having the same damn epiphany. She must be the one who left a note on my door, and wouldn’t you know it, I’m not pissed at all anymore that I might be late. In fact, I could stand here all day, looking at her, and not have a fucking care in the world.
“Yeah, rescued him while out on a job. Safe to assume, you left the note on my door?” I watch as she swallows. The movement makes me think things I absolutely shouldn’t while wearing something that can show exactly what’s going through my head. My imagination gets the best of me, though, and the thoughts I’m having about watching her take my cock down her throat make the damn thing twitch. Her eyes lower to my groin, and I let the idea unfold. She’s on her knees, looking up at me for guidance, asking for direction, and letting me dominate her while her mouth and tongue make me come undone.
“That would be me. Well, I guess this is kind of, umm… awkward.” My dog chooses that time to nudge the door open, sticks his head out, and a loud howl is his way of greeting. “Well, I guess this would explain the loud television at night. Were you trying to drown out his noises?” she asks with a quirk of an eyebrow.
“Not so sure what the cause of that could be. I work nights and have another neighbor help look after this guy.” I pull the door shut. I’d bring my tri-colored, mixed hound out, except he’d need a leash, and he’s not above trying to escape whenever he can.
“Whatever it is, last night was the first time in five days that I was able to get some sleep.” Fuck, that means I’m going to have to talk to the woman downstairs and ask her to keep the noise to a minimum, which is going to be tough since she’s hard of hearing and doing me a favor as it is.