Page 68 of Tempt Thy Neighbor

“Oh, right. I was wondering if you wanted to get out of the apartment for a bit, maybe grab dinner?”

I don’t know why, but that is not what I was expecting him to say. I thought for sure he’d be coming in here with some sexual innuendo like he did three times while I was in the shower.

I didn’t expect him to ask me out.

“Out? Likeoutout? In public?”

“Yeah,” he says slowly, drawing the word out. “I mean, it’s just dinner at the diner, but yeah.”

“As in…a date?”

“We go to The Gravy Train all the time, but I guess this would be a date, yeah.”

“Oh.”

He tips his head to the side, squinting at me. “Why do you look so apprehensive about that?”

“I’m not. I’m…surprised is all.”

“Why?”

Before last weekend, we went to the diner all the time together. We spent a lot of lunches there arguing about anything and everything.

We haven’t gone at all this past week, and I think it’s because we both know it would be better if we didn’t spend time alone together during work hours. It’s less tempting that way.

So going with him now…leaving this little bubble we’ve created in the apartment…it makes what’s happening between us feel all too real.

I’m not sure I’m ready for it to be real.

But sticking to our unwritten rule of not talking about us, I don’t tell him any of that.

Instead, I muster up the sauciest grin I can, stick my leg out of my towel to let him see just a peek of what’s underneath, and say, “Just figured you were more interested in staying home is all.”

He studies me hard, and for a moment I worry he’s going to call me on my bullshit.

Luckily, he doesn’t.

He crosses the bathroom, not stopping until he wraps his arms around me, pulling me to him. I slide my arms around his neck and can feel his hard length against my stomach as he slips his hands under my towel, massaging my ass.

“Enticing,” he says, dropping a kiss to my shoulder, “but I’m craving pie, and as sweet as your pussy tastes, I think real food is in order after our activities this morning.”

I blush at his words, still not used to him talking to me like that.

He kisses a path to my ear, then whispers, “I promise I’ll take good care of you when we get home if you feed me.”

“Okay, you’ve convinced me.”

He chuckles. “That’s what I thought.”

He smacks my ass, then pulls back before we get carried away, leaving me to get ready.

“Stop it!”I whisper-yell, smacking his hands away from my ass. He’s been trying to slip his fingers up my shorts since we got in line. “We’re in public.”

“Hey, I’m not the one who decided to wear short-as-fuck shorts. I swear to god I’d see your ass cheeks if you bent over.” He drops his lips to my ear. “And that really makes me want to bend you over.”

My breath catches in my throat, and that ache between my legs I can’t seem to make go away makes it presence known again.

“Well, hell. Fancy meeting you two here.”

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