Page 90 of Crave Thy Neighbor

When all the shampoo is rinsed out, she turns, and there’s something in her gaze that has my chest feeling funny.

I don’t know what it means, but I know I don’t completely hate it.

And that makes me uneasy.

Instead of dwelling on it, I crush my lips to hers.

She wraps her legs around me. I press her back against the wall and slide into her.

And I fuck her until I don’t feel it anymore.

“So, what do you think?” The saleswoman clasps her hands, smiling down at us with that customer service smile all salespeople have. “Is this the one?”

“Hmmm…” Maya says, tapping her finger against her chin. “Can we have a few moments to discuss it?”

“Of course!” the woman says cheerfully. She points to a desk in the center of the room. “I’ll be right over there. Give me a wave whenever you’re ready to get this baby loaded up in your truck.” She gives us another megawatt grin, then shuffles away, leaving us in our blissful state.

We’ve been sitting on this couch for the last fifteen minutes, letting our bodies sink into the cushions.

I decided the moment we sat down this was the winner, but Maya insisted we needed to sit on each couch for at least fifteen minutes before we made a final decision.

“Are you sure this is the one you want?” she asks once we’re alone. “The thing is massive and will take up your whole living room.”

“So? Isn’t the point of the living room to live in it? If I buy this thing, I’ll definitely be living in there. Do you like it?”

“It doesn’t matter what I like. It’s not my couch.”

“Then why are you trying to talk me out of it?”

“I’m not. I’m just playing devil’s advocate.”

“I’m pretty sure the devil doesn’t need more of those.”

She shrugs. “Just doing my duty as your official decorator.”

“Tell me, official decorator, other than it being too big—though that’s not an attribute you’ve been complaining about lately—does this couch have any qualities you’re not fond of?”

She bounces up and down a few times, patting the cushions. “No. It’s a solid couch. Sturdy. It’ll hold up for all those extracurricular activities you’re so fond of.”

“I’m going to assume you’re not referring to my Netflix marathons.”

She gives me a flirty grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I was thinking more horizontally.”

“Oh. Like this?”

I pounce on her and she shrieks as I pin her to the couch, her hands above her head. I’m glad we’re at the back of the building, tucked away in our own little corner so no one can see us.

“Nolan!” She wiggles under me in an attempt to escape—a big mistake because I can already feel my cock stirring to life—as I pepper kisses across her face. “Stop it! I was teasing!”

“You were not. You like my horizontal marathons on the couch.”

“I do. Which reminds me…maybe I should be couch shopping too. We’ve spent far too much time on it for it to be sanitary any longer.”

She’s not wrong there. If we’re not in my bed, we’re on the couch…or on the kitchen counter…or on the living room floor.

With the addition of my shower just hours ago, I’ve had her almost all over the apartment at this point.

All but her bedroom.

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