Page 72 of Tempt Thy Neighbor

She giggles at her teasing, but it comes to an abrupt stop when I take a step closer, pressing myself dangerously close. I drop my lips to her ear.

“I may be your rival here at work, Holland,” I whisper, “but just remember it’s my name you’re moaning at night.”

She inhales a stuttered breath, her chest brushing against mine as she struggles for air.

“S-Sutton…”

I pluck a stirrer from the holder behind her, then step away. I dunk it into my drink, pretending to stir my coffee.

“See you back out there, princess.”

I wink and leave her standing there gaping at me.

“Get your shoes on.We’re going out.”

She lowers her tablet—no doubt reading one of those steamy books of hers—and stares at me with brows crushed together from the other end of the couch. “We are?”

“Yep,” I say, shoving her feet off my lap. “We have plans.”

“Since when?”

I shake my phone, standing. “Since five minutes ago.”

“What plans? With whom?”

“You’ll see. Up.”

I grab her hand and tug, ignoring the loud meows from Artemis, who until just a second ago was sleeping peacefully on Holland’s stomach.

Holland snuggles the cat close as she pushes off of the couch. “Sorry about him, Artie. He forgets sometimes the world doesn’t revolve around him.”

She scowls at me, and somehow it matches the scowl the cat is giving me as I reach to run a finger between her ears.

We did some research on the type of cat Artemis is and learned her breed is less allergenic than others, which would explain why I’m able to get away with an over-the-counter dose of allergy meds. As long as she doesn’t spend too much time rubbing against me, we’re able to co-exist just fine.

“No, Artemis,shejust sometimes forgets that I’m the boss around here.”

Holland barks out a laugh. “You wish.”

“Pretty sure I could tell you to strip naked and bend over the couch right now so I could fuck you and you’d listen.”

Her eyes shine, loving that suggestion. “That doesn’t count.”

I laugh. “It definitely does. Now, go get dressed or we’ll be late.”

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“No.”

“Then how will I know what to wear?”

“Trust me, there is nobody there you’ll be needing to impress. Just wear whatever you want.”

I can tell she wants to ask more questions or argue but thinks better of it and marches down the hall to her room.

I follow behind, heading into my own, stepping over the clothes strewn all over my floor. I was so fucking hard by the time we got home from work we barely made it to the bed before we were stripping each other’s clothes off and I had my way with her.

I pull a shirt over my head, then exchange my sweats for jeans and head into the bathroom.

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