Page 15 of The Cocky Neighbor

While I couldn't catch a glimpse of the man the previous week, I apparently couldn’t get away from him this week. Everywhere I looked, Liam seemed to be waiting for me.

I had a hunch why the man had been avoiding me before, and it was probably the right call. Now that I was seeing him everywhere I went, it was a million times harder to stop the memories of kissing him in my office from overtaking my brain. Fortunately, just as the urge to push him into a random room and demand his hands on me surged, he'd squash those thoughts with his words.

"As I stated earlier, we'll be replacing all the old linens with ones from the new company, so why do I still see the old ones?" Liam said, pointing to the comforter in the hotel room we were currently inspecting.

"And as I've told you countless times, the old linens are still perfectly usable. I understand not wanting to use tattered bedsheets, but these are still brand new. It’s a huge waste not to use our old stock first before replacing them," I said under gritted teeth. While we were a luxury hotel, that didn't mean we could spend all our money on linen, no less. There were other more practical areas to spend the hotel funds.

Liam stared at me, looking the picture of calm, but I knew he wasn't as unaffected as he seemed when hisnostrils flared. "Why are you always disobeying my orders, Mr. Wells? Don't think I've let the matter regarding the cell phones go. I've seen the employees hanging around the reception area fiddling on their phones during their shifts."

I stared back and crossed my arms. Liam had said he hadn't wanted employees to carry their cell phones on them, so having the staff leave their phones at the front desk had been my workaround to his ridiculous rule. That way, the receptionists could keep an eye to make sure they weren't stolen, and the staff could stop by when they needed to check their phones.

Everyone was being very cooperative for the time being, but their patience was wearing thin, and the complaints had only grown since the first day. "Look, I get that one of our ex-employees left a very bad impression on you, but he doesn't speak for the entire team. He was a bad egg and would've been fired even if you hadn't ordered it. You can’t punish the rest of us just because of one individual."

He stayed silent and continued to stare at me. His nostrils flared again as he took in a deep breath of air. This should have been the hint for me to stop pushing, but I wasn't going to. He was actually listening to me for once instead of blowing the topic off like all the previous times I'd brought up the stupid cell phone rule.

"I promise you productivity won't be affected if they carry their phones on them. In fact, it'll probably increase since they won't have to take time to stop by the lobby every time they need their phones."

Liam studied me for a second before shooting me a sly grin."And what brilliant excuse do you have for not switching to the new bedsheets?"

"Like I already said, thesearenew," I insisted. However, if he was willing to compromise, then I wouldn't have a problem doing the same. It was a huge waste to throw away all the old linens, but I could find somewhere to donate them.

"I see," he said, taking a step toward me. "I'll be sure to think over your words very carefully. But before that, perhaps we should continue ourdiscussionfrom last week."

He raised a hand to stroke my cheek, and I widened my eyes in shock. I wanted to take a step back, but when he used his other hand to gently slide down my chest, my legs seemed to have a mind of their own and refused to listen to me.

"We shouldn't do this," I whispered, trying to be the voice of reason. "This is a very bad idea."

"Then tell me to stop," he said as he leaned in. Our lips were inches apart, and I opened my mouth to refuse him as he'd requested, but the words got stuck in my throat.

Who the hell was I kidding? I wanted this too much to be the voice of reason.

I saw the faint smile on Liam's lips when I'd kept quiet even after a minute had passed before he closed the distance between us and swallowed my nonexistent protests with his mouth.

I groaned into the kiss. My hand gripped the back of his shirt before moving up to thread into his hair to get a better angle. His hands weren't idle either as they groped my ass and pressed our hard cocks against each other.

He tasted as delicious as I'd remembered. The tingles came back with full force as if every single part of my body was being caressed by the sexy man in front of me. I was so lost in his touch and the taste of him, that all the reasons why we shouldn't be doing this were thrown out the window.

In fact, maybe this was exactly what we needed. We'd let off some steam, then I could finally get rid of this distracting attraction I had for this man, and we could go back to acting professional around each other. I was convinced that this was what was necessary to calm the tension that brewed between us. And once my mind was made up on something, I wasn't one to overthink it. I went for what I wanted.

Forcing my lips off of him, I stepped back. A trace of disappointment flashed across his face that quickly turned into surprise when I pushed him on top of the bed. He let out a startled yelp, but was quick to get with the program as he pulled me down to him.

Straddling his lap, I locked our lips again, needing another taste of him. He met me with just as much hunger as he growled against my lips. Pulling back, I clawed at his clothes, tugging at the horrendously ugly halfpolka dot, half striped dress shirt he deemed appropriate to wear today. It seemed that he was used to making terrible decisions.

"Feisty," he said. I'd managed to get the first couple buttons loose and pulled the shirt over his head. "While I'm very much enjoying this attention—" Using strength that I hadn't known he'd possessed, he flipped us around so that he was the one looming above me. "—I prefer to be on top."

Fuck, that was hot. Liam and I might have been the same height, but I had him beat in the muscle department. For him to maneuver me like I wasn't twice his size had lust shooting down my stomach, but I wasn't going to let him know how much he'd affected me.

"While that was a nice show and all, I'm gonna fall asleep at this rate. This is a comfy bed, after all." I hooked my hands behind my head and gave a lazy smile.

"You always need to get the last word in, don't you?" He smirked and very slowly started unbuttoning my dress shirt. One button, then another, until all of them were loose and the flaps of the shirt lay on either side of me. "Let me see if I can make this more exciting for you."

He crushed my mouth with a bruising kiss that left me wanting more, but before I could savor the kiss, he moved his lips. He started on my neck, giving it a soft nibble before licking a stripe down my chest. One hand tweaked my left nipple while his mouth lavished my other one until they became sore from his abuse.

As he continued his attacks, I explored his smooth back with my hands. Liam looked very slim, but looks were deceiving. Powerful muscles rippled underneath my hands as I rubbed across his shoulders.

When he'd finally had enough of torturing my now swollen nubs, his kisses moved down my happy trail until he landed at my belt. He glanced up as he palmed the tent that was threatening to break through my slacks.

"Not bored anymore, are you?" he teased.

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