Page 2 of Crave

“Can I help you?” I chirp.

His eyes drift to the mess of my curly dark hair, then down to my bare shoulders. I cross my arms, which pushes up my ample cleavage in my short, sheer lilac nightie.

I’m tall and curvy — thick. No one would call me a little girl by any stretch of the imagination. But I suddenly want to be one for James, and it takes my breath away.

“Care to explain the meaning of that loud music after quiet hours?” he asks, low and curt. “You’re a lawyer, Kori. You know what the noise ordinances are.”

Oooh, do I love that lecturing tone. Even if it’s left over from the show in his bedroom.

“I’m sorry.” I widen my eyes. “I just couldn’t sleep, what with all the noise coming fromyourplace. It was so distracting, I had to put on my favorite song to drown it out.”

His mouth opens and closes.

“I apologize,” he finally says. “I didn’t realize the walls were that thin.”

“Don’t worry,” I assure him. “I didn’t hear you. Just her.”

His eyes darken. He says nothing.

“She’s awfully bossy, isn’t she?” I ask sweetly. “Considering you’re the one in charge.”

Now his gaze travels over me. I uncross my arms to let him see how hard my nipples are through my nightie. Two dark buds ready for him to capture and cruelly twist. A trickle of juice slips down my thigh, because it feels so exciting — so dangerous — to be exposed to him. Especially since there’s another girl waiting back in his room. My panties are still lying in my bed, and I know he can see the dark vee of my pussy through my nightgown.

“Areyou in charge, James?” I ask softly. “Because if this is going to be a regular occurrence…”

He drags his eyes back to my face. “It won’t be. If you’re ever bothered again, please ring my doorbell instead of resorting to measures that disturb the entire building.”

I cock one hip, resting my hand on it, and flutter my lashes. “Yes, Daddy.”

He does a slow blink. Then his face changes completely. His eyelids lower, and a faint smile tugs the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t sass me, Kori,” he says softly.

“Or what?”

The question hangs between us. Our eyes lock.

“What’ll you do if I misbehave again? Will youpunishme?”

That smile quirks his lips, sinister this time, and he tucks it away.

“I just might.” Over his bare shoulder, he adds, “Don’t try me.”

As he walks to his door, I stare at the sexy planes of his shoulders and back. His firm ass. When the door closes with a click, I stumble into my own apartment and dive in bed.

Now my pussy is slick. I squirm and moan, getting tangled up in the sheets. Rubbing my clit in frantic circles, I slide my fingers inside my eager cunt. So excited for James, begging for his attention.

All is quiet from next door, and I stifle my own noises in the pillow. Out of courtesy for the neighbors.

“Daddy,” I whimper. “Show me how to behave.”

Oh, I will, little girl.

I haven’t been a little girl in decades. But I want to be, for him.

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Over the next week, I bide my time. There are no further visits from Tinder Girl. No moans orOh Daddys from James’s apartment.

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