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“Was that who called today? Because if so, I’m totally free to show a man what it feels like to be pounded on by someone bigger than he is.”

Unable to resist, she traced her finger over his lips. “Thanks, but no, it wasn’t him. He’s dead. It was his mother trying to bully me. It’s her pattern.” She shrugged. It wasn’t a mystery that she hadn’t met Ken’s parents until after she and Ken had eloped to Vegas. Once she’d met them, she knew she wouldn’t have married him if she’d been exposed to them for any time at all prior to the wedding.

“Can’t you block her number?”

“No. The phone is for them to call Rennie once a month. It’s better than them having my home number or knowing where we live. Anyway, she’s vile and horrid and I hate her more than I ever hated her son. Thankfully, she lives in New York and we don’t.”

“Some people are ass**les.”

“Yes.”

“We should make out.”

She looked up, surprised, and then she laughed, launching herself into his lap.

11

Brody’s car was in his driveway as she moved to the front door. He’d received a package, and for some reason, they’d left it on her doorstep.

She knocked and heard the stereo on the other side of the door and what distinctly sounded like a call to come in.

She set the package down on his kitchen counter and headed toward where she heard sounds.

What greeted her was the sight of Brody, standing in his doorway, back against the doorjamb, stroking his cock. His eyes were closed, his head back. At first she blushed from head to toe, but then he groaned and she gulped, probably making a sound of her own, and those big brown eyes opened as he started and relaxed once he saw it was her.

She should have turned around and left, she should have at least looked away, but she stayed rooted to the spot. “I’m sorry. I uh, I heard the stereo and thought you said come in. I got a package, or well it’s your package and they left it on my porch and . . .”

Keeping his eyes on her, he went back to work. His fist held his c**k tight as he pumped it up and down.

Her breath gusted from her. What a sight he made, totally nude, his hair wet from the shower, body so gorgeous he could have been in a skin mag right then. So beautiful, so totally in charge of his sexuality, it floored her.

Her ni**les beaded and her pu**y slicked. All she could do was watch as he jerked himself off, as he fisted his c**k over and over. The head gleamed with pre-come and the muscles in his forearm were taut.

“I was showering and all I could think about was you. The way you make those soft sigh-moans when I put my mouth on your cunt.”

The word was hard, not one she was used to. A word she’d always associated with a gender slur more than a body part. But the way he said it was not derogatory. The way he said it made her mentally play it over her tongue because it sounded evocative.

“It’s such a pretty cunt, Elise. All those sweet, slippery folds, and you get so wet when I eat you. Your clit swells up and you get all breathy. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it feels like when you come on my face, your sticky honey tastes so good. I was supposed to go back to work, but as I stood here in my bedroom and remembered the last time you were here and we f**ked against this doorjamb, I had to touch my cock. I can’t go back to work this way.”

She knew what he meant. She had to pick Rennie up in half an hour, and if women could have blue balls, or blue clit she supposed, she’d have a raging case.

He kept f**king his fist as she watched, until she knew he was very close. She stepped to him and dropped to her knees, licking the head each time his hand moved down until he let go and she took over with her hands and mouth.

The sound he made then set off so much sexual pleasure and need within her, she had to arch a bit to get some friction against her clit from the seam of her jeans. Little frissons of delight skittered through her.

His hands in her hair tightened a bit as he came, filling her with his cock, with his taste, with satisfaction at making him feel this way. She kissed him until he’d softened, and then he helped her stand and took her mouth in a kiss so hard, so raw she felt like he’d pulled away two layers of skin.

“Good god. Where did you come from?”

“I’m the neighbor who just barges in.”

He laughed and kissed her again. “Feel free to barge in anytime you want. Shit, I really have to go to work. Let me help you out.” He reached down, but she stopped his hand.

“I have to go pick Rennie up. You can make it up to me, but I’m going to tell you something, so I hope it doesn’t go to your head. Just seeing you there like that, seeing you with your c**k in your hand, giving yourself pleasure and then finishing you? That was, whoo, guh, hot. I’m going to be, um, working that into my own self-pleasure routine.”

“Oh man, you did not just tell me that you masturbate thinking of me, not right when I have to leave.”

He pulled on pants and socks, grabbed a sweatshirt and yanked it over his head.

“Oh, I do. I’ve been . . . doing that since the first time I saw you over here. Before we’d even met.”

They walked out together and he stopped her at his car. “Next time we’re together I want to watch.”

“Oh.”

He grinned and got into the driver’s seat. “I’ll see you soon. And then I’ll see you with your fingers buried in your cunt and watch you, see what you like.”

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