Page 81 of Love Thy Neighbor

“And I mean it every time. You’re a good designer, Caroline. You should let people see your talent.”

“People do see. I wear my own clothes all the time.”

Thedress comes to mind.

Man, the way it hugged every inch of her so perfectly. How her tits were perfectly on display. The way it slid up her legs just enough to leave me curious about what she was wearing underneath whenever she danced.

My cock twitches at the memory, and suddenly I’m disappointed I never got to peel it off her.

“Besides, you don’t need to give me the speech. River already has. She’s been dropping hints all week, and she only asked me a few days ago.”

“Well, take whatever speech she’s been giving you and repeat it back, but do it in a deep sexy voice, so you know it’s me.”

“Is that what you think you have? A deep sexy voice?”

“It’s what I know I have.”

She shrugs. “It’s okay.”

I place my lips against her ear, whispering, “Just okay?”

“Yep.”

“What do I have to do to convince you otherwise? Whisper dirty things into your ear?”

Her eyelids flutter shut. “It won’t work.”

“But I can try, can’t I?”

She makes a noise when I dart my tongue out, teasing her.

“I bet you’d love for me to tell you how much I want to see you ride my cock again. How much I fantasize about watching as your sweet,sweetpussy stretches and takes all of me. How much I want to see you throw your head back and break apart around me as I stroke your pretty little clit.”

Another soft sigh falls from her lips.

“Sh-Shut up.”

I chuckle. “You don’t really want that. You want to hear more, don’t you? Want to hear all the dirty things I’ve been dying to whisper to you?”

She licks at her lips, gulping but not saying anything.

“Do you want me to tell you more dirty things?”

A gentle nod.

“The trash is overflowing and it’s your turn to take it out.”

I pull away from her, return to my side of the bed, pick my e-reader back up, and turn my attention back to my book with a satisfied grin.

I feel her shaking her head beside me, and I sneak a peek her way.

She’s glaring at me.Hard.

She slips out of bed, grabbing her blanket andmypillow before stomping out of the room.

“Good night, Caroline!” I call out. “Sweet dreams!”

“I hate you, Cooper Bennett!”

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