Page 107 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

It’s Dean.

And for the first time in weeks, I don’t want to see him.

“No.”

“River, I will bust this door down. I can do it and you know it. Let me in.”

With a defeated sigh, I flip the lock.

He pushes the door open, slipping inside and putting the lock back in place.

He turns to me, his eyes sharp and worried. “Is everything okay? You just kind of disappeared out there.”

“Yeah. Everything’s good,” I lie.

He narrows his eyes. “I don’t believe you.”

“Well,” I say, plastering on a saucy smile, “that’s too bad. But now that I have you alone…”

I grab the collar of his shirt, dragging him down for a kiss, silencing all the questions and doubt running through my mind.

His big hands go to my hips instantly, and he pulls me tightly against him. He’s already getting hard, and I almost have to wonder if the man is always walking around half-cocked.

He walks me backward until I bump into the sink. With little effort, he picks me up and sets me on the counter, stepping between my legs. The skirt I’m wearing is scrunched around my waist, and I can feel the cool air hit my already heated core.

There’s no half-cocked about it.

Dean’s hard.

His erection brushes against my pussy, and I moan.

Hands slide up my neck and into my hair, pulling the messy bun free. He twines his fingers through the wavy red locks, playing with the strands like they’re his guitar strings.

He pulls his mouth away, panting, and presses his forehead against mine.

“You’re killing me.”

“Same.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this here.”

“We shouldn’t,” I agree. “But…”

“But…”

His lips find mine again, and we’re lost in another heated kiss, mouths moving together in a passionate storm.

Someone knocks on the door, and we ignore it, completely lost in one another.

I don’t know who comes up for air first, but we’re both gasping for it.

“Maya.”

“What?” he asks, confused.

“Maya—she’s out there waiting for us.”

He shakes his head. “She left. That was her ex-husband calling—family emergency with his mother or something.”

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