Page 8 of Don't Fall For Your Grumpy Neighbor

Things I want to do right now.

We aren’t that far from the party and the music’s pretty loud. We exchange the open bottle and I honestly can’t believe she takes a swig straight from it instead of looking for a glass. This little priss might be wilder than I thought.

My mouth is on hers as I lock the door, pushing her up against it. I’m not hiding anything anymore. I know she can feel me getting hard because she moans this tiny moan. Her leg comes up around my hip and I grab her knee. I need to move my lips down her neck. I need to feel more of her skin on mine.

She sets the bottle down, and then things get hazy as my mind’s consumed with lust. She feels too fucking good. I have to admit, I have no plans of returning to that party. Instead, I want to get well acquainted with my neighbor. Very acquainted.

She wraps her arms around my neck as I trail kisses down the column of her throat. I need more, so I step even closer not that it’s even physically possible. I’m like a man gone wild, and the only thing that’ll ever tame me is the feel of her wrapped around me. We’re animalistic as we both maul each other behind this closed door.

When I saw her boss look at her the way he did, something feral took over deep inside me. This need to claim her. This need to own her.

Mine.

I take her ass into my hands and it feels as taut as I knew it would. When I twist around, she puts her arms around my neck and her mouth is on mine. The feeling of her tongue coming into my mouth is like a preview of what’s to come. I set her on the break room table and her legs wrap around me.

“Now,” she whispers against my lips, “I want you, Shepherd.”

That’s all I need to hear. I’ve never unbuttoned my pants faster and that scrap of fabric covering her pussy is moved over just as quickly. I’m inside her, pushing all the way in before I can even take my next breath. We still, letting her acclimate to my size. And then I move, and she meets me. She moans, arching her back against the table on the next thrust, her legs holding on tight.

She meets me thrust for thrust, the legs of the table scuffing across the floor as we go. I want to go deeper so I pull out and grab her arm to sit her up. She’s not happy with me.

“Don’t stop,” she moans. “Why’d you stop?”

“Only for a second, baby. I promise.”

I pull her up and then bend her over the break room table. Her feet come up off the ground as I get her into position. I pull the dress up to expose every inch of her ass. I give it a light smack and she giggles. With my hands on her hips, I’m back inside her. She didn’t miss a beat, still soaking wet. I move one hand up her side and under her dress. She’s moaning again when I graze the underside of her breast and move my thumb across her nipple.

She’s spurred on and moans louder, louder, and even louder. I push harder, put my whole hand over her breast and move my thumb again. Her hands grip the table, her knuckles going white.

“Don’t stop,” she calls out.

I smile and grip her hip harder with my other hand. I feel like I’m on the edge of the world. It’s terrifying. Thrilling. Totally mesmerizing. I hook my legs around her dangling feet and go for the last few thrusts, deeper than ever.

I move my hand down her body, toying with her clit as her pussy tightens around me.

“I’m coming,” she moans. “Oh god.”

Fuck, I can feel it. It feels so good. My heart thunders deep in my chest as her body keeps tumbling around mine. I pump a few more times before I’m coming deep inside her.

Oh, I’m nowhere near done with her.

I bring her slowly down from the table and grab the paper towels as we slide to the floor. We clean up and lean against each other, catching our breaths. I turn to her and take one of her cheeks into my hand. And then I kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her.

Then, the knocking starts.

Chapter 7

Felicity

I can’t believe this is happening. This is not what I expected when I asked Shepherd to be my date. I thought we’d show up, have a couple drinks, and then maybe people would stop talking about how I’m apparently so pathetic.

But oh my god, that was good. And exactly what I needed. Shepherd might be kind of a grump when he’s sitting on his porch with his weird bitter coffee, but in the break room, behind a locked door, he’s an Adonis. Forget Karl who said he’d be my husband. This one fucked every last bit of that humiliation out of me.

Now I face another kind of humiliation. The kind where my boss catches me with the guy he thinks is my boyfriend and one of my boobs is still out of my dress. I tuck it back in and scooch the fabric down over my butt. Shepherd is fixing his shirt and buttoning his pants.

Shep unlocks the door, opening it, and Richards stands there with this smile on his face like he actually caught us with our pants down.

I smooth my hair a bit and ramble out, “Hey, boss. Shep here just needed a minute away from the crowd. He gets like that sometimes.”