Page 39 of The Cocky Neighbor

When we were alone, he pulled me to a random housekeeping closet and got down on his knees. I tried to protest, worried that someone would walk in on us, but his magical hands had me hard in no time. He got a condom on me and sucked until I blew into the rubber. I didn’t stand a chance against his sudden attack.

I wanted to get on my knees and do the same for him, but he pulled me into his arms as he kissed me senseless. He pulled back and pressed our foreheads together as we both panted from the kiss.

"Hey," he whispered. I didn't know what witchery he'd cast on me, but his voice sounded so fucking sexy and had sent a shiver down my body. Was he somehow making my body addicted to him? Because I didn't have any other explanation for this.

Like the previous day, he quickly left but not before telling me there was coffee waiting for me in my office. How he even knew how I liked my coffee, I didn't know, but the heavenly liquid did nothing to help me from thinking about the man all day long.

The rest of the week passed in a similar manner. I'd catch glimpses of him around the hotel. Orgasms weren't always involved at each meeting, but he'd always find a private place to sneak in kisses before giving me a small present—usually food—before disappearing again.

I didn't know what kind of mind games he was playing, but I knew I would have to sit him down and talk to him soon. He invited me over to his place again Friday night, and I accepted with the intention of having a talk and nothing else.

I should have expected that nothing would go according to my plan. I didn't know what happened orhowit even happened, but before I knew it, I was standing next to Liam at the bathroom sink.

The spare toothbrush he'd given me last week now sat inside a new toothbrush cup that matched the one he used. He handed me the cup like all of this was completely normal. I accepted it, refusing to contemplate what having my own items at his place meant. Or how I didn't even blink an eye at wearing his clothes. Or the fact that I willingly cuddled into his armsin bed without sex ever crossing my mind.

God, why did being in his arms feel so good?

I vowed to myself that I would talk to him about what was going on the next day, but the task remained unfinished as I lay on the couch snuggled in front of him after dinner. I told myself I would speak up Sunday before things went too far.

I ended up staying the night again and had to rush home in the morning for a change of clothes before heading to work. I knew I was only delaying theinevitable—we needed to talk about this—but I also had a gut feeling that everything would end when we did. I wasn't ready for that yet. I wanted to enjoywhateverthis thing was for a bit longer.

It wasn't like I was hurting anyone by keeping silent. We were having fun and enjoying each other's company for now. It wasn't anything serious. Everything would be fine.

Everything was not fine when I lay in bed in my own home Monday night. Liam hadn't come to the hotel today, so I hadn't seen or heard from him all day. I hated to admit that I missed the man, and laying in my big bed, the emptiness crept in. I was used to being alone, heck, I'dlikedbeing alone, but tonight, I wished I was back in Liam's warm bed and safe arms.

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“What’s going on with you, sweet cheeks?” Alfred asked as I lay sprawled over my desk.

It was Thursday, and I still hadn’t seen or heard anything from Liam. To be fair, I hadn’t tried to reach out to him either, but that was only because I didn’t even know what I would say.

There weren’t any issues at the hotel, so theoretically, I had no reason to contact him. Even if we were fuck buddies, we never casually texted each other before. Besides, he was probably busy, and I’d see him Saturday at Zack and Caleb’s wedding anyway. However, that thought didn’t stop the disappointment that followed every time I checked my phone and didn’t find a message from Liam.

“Uh-oh, I know what that expression means,” Alfred said, giving me a poke on the cheek.

“Leave me alone,” I grumbled and swatted his hand away. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone right now. I wanted to wallow in silence and not think intowhyexactly I was feeling this way.

“Now that won’t do. The key to a lasting work husband relationship is communication,” Alfred singsonged the last word as he pulled up to a sitting position. “The expression you have on right now tells me you’re thinking about someone.”

“I’m not thinking about Liam,” I said defensively but realized my mistake when I saw Alfred’s sly smile.

“I never said you were, but he was obviously on your mind if your guard is up this high. Are you two having issues, nugget? Dear ’ol Alfred is here to listen to your relationship problems,” he teased.

“We’re not in a relationship,” I said, shooting him a glare. He crossed his arms and shot me knowing look. “We’re just…messing around.”

“I knew it! Last week, you were walking around with a goofy smile on your face that I knew you had to be getting some, but I sensed it was something more than that. After seeing you in zombie mode all week, I guessed something was up with Liam, and I was right!”

I touched my face, trying to imagine myself with a goofy smile. I couldn’t. I hadn’t even known being with Liam had affected my mood that much.

“Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not it,” I said, hoping to dissuade him before he came to whatever wild conclusions I could see shining in those excited eyes.

“So you’re not fucking the Adonis? I could just imagine the sexy body that’s hiding under those outlandish clothes. And with the reputation he has around this city, Iknowhe has to be good in bed,” he said.

A growl escaped at his comments. I didn’t like hearing about Liam’s past exploits nor the fact that Alfred was thinking about the man naked. Liam wasmine.

Well, he didn’t belong to me exactly, but we had an arrangement, and that had to count for something, right? Although we’d never talked about exclusivity, and I was kinda regretting that right now…

“You have the same jealous expression Liam had the other week when I talked about our work husband relationship.”

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