Page 35 of The Cocky Neighbor

"You're late," he said, getting up from my chair to walk to me.

I shot him a glare, hating that he looked so neat without a single hair out of place while mine probably looked like a crow's nest from rushing here. As if right on cue, Liam reached out to push a stray piece of hair from my face.

Again, the little alarm went off in my head, telling me that this wasn't normal even among sex friends. I grabbed his hand and held him in place. "What are we doing?"

"Well I'm fixing your hair and you're standing there looking all freaked out?" Liam lightly said, but I just shook my head.

"No, I don't mean right this instant. I'm talking about whatever thisthinghappening between us is," I said, releasing my hold on him and using my hand to gesture between the two of us.

"You lost me there." He sighed and took a seat on my red couch. I followed and sat on the chair that was in front of my desk. We were in similar positions when he'd apologized to me about the incident in the hotel room. Back then, he'd said that he had freaked out, and this time, it was my turn to do the freaking out.

"You know it was just a one night stand, right? It's not meant to be anything more than that," I said. I didn't know if I was trying to convince him or myself.

He ran a hand through his hair, messing up his perfectly gelled waves. "One night stands are with strangers who never see each other again. That obviously isn't us. I'm still in charge of this hotel for a few more weeks and we have mutual friends. It's inevitable for us to run into each other again."

What he said made sense, but it didn't help to calm the freak out I was having. "Besides, if it feels good and we both consent to it, why does it matter if we continue or not?"

I nodded after thinking it over. Last night was some of the best sex I'd ever had, and I didn't usually have that much fun with my partners. It wouldn't be the end of the world if we continued. "So we're sex friends now?"

"Why do you need to put a label on it? We can be whatever we want. Just have fun," he said with a shrug.

I eyed him. He was taking all of this so easily, maybe a littletooeasily. "Just to be clear, this is just sex, right?"

Doubt filled his eyes before he quickly hardened his expression. "Sure, if that's what you want. Now, I haven't forgotten about your tardiness today. You need to be punished," he said as he gently tugged me to kneel on the ground between his legs.

I didn't even have time to question what he meant by saying if that was whatIwanted before he had his pants unzipped and whipped out his hard dick.

Conversation ended after that with my mouth too occupied with pleasuring him to do any talking. I drew out the blowjob, wanting to savor his taste on my tongue, but all too soon, he pulled me off of him to give me a facial.

He quickly wiped my face with some tissues I kept by the couch and pulled me on his lap for a deep kiss, where he proceeded to stroke me until I was spilling on his hand.

We had just finished cleaning up when the front desk called my office phone with an emergency. By the time I'd finished handling the situation, Liam was long gone.

I went about the rest of the day with a heavy air. It wasn't until I clocked out and got home that I realized my bad mood was due to the fact that I didn't know when I'd see him again. I worked some weekends, but this was my weekend off and who knew when Liam would visit the hotel next.

Then I became irritated at myself for feeling down in the first place. It didn't matter when I'd see him next, because there wasn't anything between us besides sex. What was even more irritating was the happiness that bubbled up when I received a text from him asking if I wanted to help him finish all the food he cooked, and Netflix and chill.

I would like to say that I'd ignored the text and went about the rest of my night relaxing at home, but I was weak to pleasure and good food. That was how I found myself at his place again when it hadn't even been twenty-four hours since I left.

The food was delicious and accompanied by a lot of laughter and teasing. After dinner, we slouched on the couch to watch a movie and unwind, but abandoned it halfway. Liam had teased my body throughout the entire movie, leaving me hot and demanding to be fucked over the couch.

Hours later, after a long, sweaty session of dicking, I was sprawled on his bed as Liam wiped me clean with a damp hand towel. I was too boneless to even mind his tender caresses and soft kisses he pecked on my skin in between each wipe. And in that hazy moment, I would even dare admit that I'd liked it.

Maybe it was all part of his evil plan to keep me well fed and well fucked so that I'd lose my mind, because it was working. Before I knew what was happening, Liam had tucked the blanket around me, turned off the lights, and snuggled into my side for the night.

And I happily let him.

TWENTY-FOUR

LIAM

I wasn't sure how Eric would feel about my suggestion to come over Friday night after work, but he'd accepted and even spent the night without me even having to beg him.

I liked having him there in my space, maybe a little too much considering all the excuses I was using to keep him there. First it was to finish the reality TV show we'd started the other night, then to try out the new dish I'd learned how to cook, and then just straight up pushing him to the bed again to have my way with him.

Eric didn't put up much of a fight and ended up staying the entire weekend. I didn't even know how the time passed so quickly. Time flew by when I was with Eric. The back and forth teasing was fun. It was even fun when we argued. Everything seemed more vibrant when I was with him, and it kinda terrified me.

Sunday night, Eric left for his own home, and my place instantly felt duller. What was once a lively place filled with our laughter turned into a silent art museum.

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