Love Thy Neighbor (Friend-Zoned)(75)

Damnnnn!

Every time I see it, my heart skips a beat.

It’s a nice dick. Thick, long and strong. And it’s all mine.

Careful of my head, I climb over to straddle him. Once my knees are settled nicely, he slides his hands down my back, under my dress to cup my ass. He stills before he looks up at me, his expression stunned. He says hoarsely, “Pretty girl, please tell me you haven’t been sitting at the booth all night without panties on.”

I smile the most angelic smile I can muster and his head falls back with a groan. My dress is moved up, bunched around my hips. He lifts me a little, positions himself at my entry and before I can say a word, he drives home. I reach up to clutch his shoulders, close my eyes and moan loudly. He doesn’t move a muscle. I lower my face to his neck and feel his pulse thumping through my lips with every sensual kiss I place there. Running my tongue up the side of his neck, I stop to kiss his jaw. I breathe him in, a strong and completely male scent. Woodsy and musky and totally panty-wetting. Knowing it’ll drive him crazy, I nip his earlobe and whisper, “I love you, Ash.”

His arms tangle me up, he groans long and thrusts up into me, so deep that my eyes flutter back as my core clenches around him. My * weeps happy tears. He reaches up and holds my chin down to him. His kisses are wet and sexy. His tongue plunders into my mouth using the same rhythm as his thrusts. My breathing turns erratic, my core clenches tight and I moan into his mouth.

He reaches down between us and presses his thumb to my clit, rolling it in soft lazy circles. My face heats, my heart races and I gasp suddenly when my core contracts uncontrollably in release. Ash growls into my mouth. He says, “My dirty girl. I f*cking love you like this. All mine, baby.”

I whimper as he captures my mouth in a possessive kiss that rocks my very soul. He mutters into my mouth, “Here it comes, pretty girl. All yours.”

His thrusts become erratic, his arms tighten around my back and he holds me tight as he finds his release. I feel him jerk inside of me and it heightens my already blissful high.

His body relaxes against mine, his breathing steadies and his shoulders slump. He pulls back to search my face and says, “This is mine,” then he reaches down to cup my still impaled *, and it’s so hot that I gasp a little before nodding vigorously.

Somehow, he doesn’t look convinced but he nods lightly before he demands, “Lips, baby.”

Leaning my face closer to his, I suddenly move back and ask, “Why’d you do that? You know, in there?”

Confusion settles over his face. He sighs quietly, “I really don’t know. It felt like a compulsion. Like I couldn’t stop it.”

Nodding in stunned disbelief, I whisper, “That’s an acceptable answer.”

He blinks once before his wide new Asher happy smile appears. I grip the front of his shirt and rub my cheek against his. I move slightly so our noses touch and run my nose up his, softly and sweetly. I ask him quietly, “So, I’m still your obsession?”

His hands rub my back in long, soothing strokes. Pecking a small kiss on my lips, he answers, “The one and only. Never stopped, pretty girl.”

Swallowing hard, I suddenly start to sweat when I ask in a barely-there whisper, “You’re trying hard, right?”

He presses into me in a deliberately slow, open-mouthed kiss that would set anyone’s tongues wagging. He replies, “Yeah. I am. Which makes me think you’re worth it.”

I smile into his mouth and utter, “I am.”

We both chuckle at my cockiness. A second passes before I say, “Ash?”

“Yeah, girl?”

I whisper, “My ass is asleep.”

His body shakes against mine and I lean back to watch him laugh.





Nothing could be better than this.





Chapter Twenty-Four

The Ghost returns





Taking a break from my work, I head on over to the chillout room, walk to the sofa and land with a plop.

Watching Nat all day long is giving me some serious issues. Everyone’s gonna know about us if I walk around all day with a hard-on. And not just a stiffy but a full-on raging hard-on. It’s like my dick knows she’s on the screen and wants to get closer to her.

I spent most of last night thinking about what’s happening here. I came to a conclusion.

Nat is a witch and she’s cast a spell on me.

Yep. That’s the only explanation I could come up with. Why else can’t I stop thinkin’ about her?

I think about her all the time. When I’m at work. When I’m at home. When I’m at the gym. When I’m in bed with her, f*ckin’ holding her. She’s in my brain, hijacking my thoughts all the time. And it annoys me, but when I see her, I don’t give a f*ck about anything other than touching her or holding her or even just talking to her.

A scowl forms on my face and my lip curls.

I don’t do warm fuzzies.

See?

Witch.

Closing my eyes, I lean my head back on the sofa and sigh. Last night she asked me if I was trying and I am. I really am. But I don’t know where to go from here. I need advice.

The seat depresses and I feel something cold press into my hand. Opening my eyes I see Nik on the seat next to me, watching me through narrowed eyes. “Who shit in your cereal?”