into the wall. “Your treat, huh?”
“Yeah. I think you’d really enjoy some combination pizza at about, oh, three in the morning.” She shook the roll of bondage tape meaningfully. Or as meaningfully as she could with her hands trapped.
He’d have to buy Judd a lifetime supply of beer. The man was a fucking saint for leaving behind a little gift.
“Perfect. Hands behind your head. I want to see you on your knees.”
She danced out from between the wall and held the tape aloft. “Oh no. I think you misunderstand. Combination pizza. My. Treat.”
“Yep. You. You are my treat.”
She shook her head slowly from side to side, pointed to him and then to her heart. The gesture was both sweet and suggestive.
Realization washed over him. Oh no. Oh no. They’d done enough sexplorations that evening, hadn’t they?
She was right, though. He was hers. Completely. And now was a perfect time to remind her of what he’d known all along.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t play with her a little bit first. “You know, Judd left that tape for me. We’re in my apartment—”
“He left it for us .”
“Maaaaaybe.” He affected a menacing leer. “But I’m bigger and stronger…”
“You think you can take me, Will?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
“Then come on.” She turned to walk to his bedroom. Her heart-shaped ass swinging with each exaggerated step she took. Melanie turned and looked over her shoulder. Wiggled the bondage tape for good measure. “Come on,” she whispered. “I dare you.”
Acknowledgments
T he second is just as sweet as the first. (Well, Dare might be a little spicier…)
If you read Blaze and came back for more Naughty Neighbors, thank you from the bottom of my heart. And if you didn’t, I hope you’ll enjoy it.
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Excerpt from Blaze (Naughty Neighbors 1)
I t was one of those late-summer nights when even wishing for oblivion took too much effort. The air pressed in so hot and wet that thinking was too taxing. Breathing, next to impossible.
If death were to come, it wouldn’t be by her own hand.
The air-conditioning unit had gone out approximately seven hours and forty-three minutes ago. And now it was Friday night and all the tricks she knew to play on the fussy old thing had failed, and getting someone out on the weekend had failed too. It was August. During the third consecutive week of one-hundred-degree temps. The last AC repair dispatch operator had suggested she’d have more luck flying in an entire rocket ship full of glacier ice from the moon.
Her apartment was on the second floor of the graceful old duplex. That meant she was closer to the moon, right? So why was her place so freaking hot?
See, impossible to think.
Laurie let her eyes drift closed and meditated on frosty images. A Swiss chalet. A mountain stream in winter. Being buried under a glacier of moon ice.
She sucked in a particularly hot breath and almost choked. A puny misting from the water bottle she’d filled earlier served to cool her for only the moment her ceiling fan evaporated it on her skin. It had been seven hours and forty-five minutes since she’d felt like anything but a disgusting mess.
Too bad she didn’t have hot Friday night plans. Of course, hot wasn’t a word she wanted in her vocabulary right about now.
Maybe she should just suck it up and book a hotel room.
She’d spent a good hour looking at prices online earlier in the afternoon, about three o’clock when temperatures hovered around 102 and she’d been almost willing to put a dent in the nest egg she’d been working so hard to build back up after buying out her brother’s share in the duplex.
But knowing that, come Monday