Page 6 of After the Vows

I can’t look away as Chloe struts to the front door of her house. Her pert little ass jiggles as she moves and I groan.

If I didn’t have Natalia, I wouldn’t hesitate to march on over there and introduce myself. I bet it wouldn’t be long before Chloe and I were rolling around getting sweaty in her sheets.

But I can’t. I’m not against one-night stands but I can’t have one with my new neighbor. How awkward would it be when she wanted more and I refused? I don’t need to introduce my daughter to that kind of drama.

My cock disagrees. He’s on board with drama as long as at the end of the night he can bury himself between Chloe’s creamy thighs.

It’s not happening. My priority is and always will be my daughter.

I can resist the temptation of my new neighbor.

Chapter 3

Humiliation – when the sexy cop next door wants nothing to do with you

Chloe

“All right, Addy. Let’s see what the big deal is about my new neighbor.”

The waitress couldn’t wait to tell me a hot guy was moving into the house next door to mine. Not merely a hot guy but also a police officer. She knows I have a thing for men in uniform.

I pause with my hand on my doorknob when I notice a man run past my house. Holy mermaid tails. Is this the man my waitress was panting over?

I get what the big deal is. He’s wearing shorts and shoes and nothing else. I missed his front side but his back side more than makes up for it. His shoulders look wide and strong. And his ass fills out those shorts to perfection.

But the best part is his calves. I never knew calves could be sexy before. How wrong I was.

Christmas has come early for this girl! Time to get to work.

I dig around in my closet for a pair of cut off shorts that are nearly indecent. I put them on and twirl around in front of my mirror. My legs are pale white. Tanning and being a redhead do not go together.

No worries. I’ll give my new neighbor something else to focus on. I pick out a Smuggler’s Hideaway tank top with the wordsI believe in mermaidson it.

Time to fluff up my hair and do my make-up. Once I’m finished, I return to the front window to make certain my sexy cop neighbor is home before putting my plan into effect. I notice him running toward his garage from the other side of the street.

I wait ten minutes before enacting the next step of my plan to seduce my sexy cop neighbor. I dig through my garage until I find the lawnmower hidden behind some gym equipment, I bought but never used.

Usually, I pay the kid down the street a few bucks to mow my lawn twice a month but not this month. There’s no way my new neighbor can resist a woman mowing her lawn in this outfit.

After thirty minutes of mowing the front lawn, I’m beginning to think I’m wrong. I’m hot and sweaty but thus far my sexy neighbor has not made an appearance.

Does he not hear me out here working?

I want to give up, but I might as well finish the lawn as long as I’m out here. I do one more row and when I come around the corner, there he is. Standing on his front porch with his armscrossed over his chest. Too bad he’s got a shirt on now. I’d love to examine those muscles up close and personal.

He marches off his porch and across the lawn toward me. This plan is working better than I expected. I notice his mouth is moving but I can’t hear him.

“What?”

When I still can’t hear him, I switch off the lawn mower.

“Hi.” I smile at him. “You must be Lucas.”

The sight of him up close is positively drool-worthy. My new neighbor is the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. He has dark brown eyes, the color of a stout beer. I do love a good stout. And dark brown hair I’d love to pull on while his mouth explores my body. He can give me beard rash as much as he wants. I’m down for it.

And the best part? He’s tall. Several inches taller than me. At five-foot-nine, it’s not easy to find men who are taller than me.

“How do you know my name?”

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