My Beautiful Neighbor (The Greene Family Book 1) by Piper Rayne (android based ebook reader txt) 📗

well with me, I agree. I pull out my phone. “I’m just going to text Adam and ask him to pull the ladder in.”

Jed stands. “I’ll tell him. I have a date I wanna set him up on, and since you two are doing whatever you’re gonna do, I’m out. Don’t dirty up the kitchen before service tonight.” I’m pretty sure he doesn’t mean dirty the dishes. “I’ll be back.”

Music to my ears. Jed walks out of the office and we hear the door slam behind him.

I straddle Cade’s lap, grinding along his hard bulge. “About that Kielbasa?”

“It’s hot and ready.”

I’m pretty sure my cheeks are fire-engine red. His hand slides around my neck and brings my mouth to his. Not taking any time, his tongue glides through my lips and mingles with mine. He really is a great kisser. Not too aggressive, but far from passive. My hips move on their own accord, chasing the pleasure Cade elicits.

His hands lift the hem of my shirt, only stripping his lips off of me to see me in my bra. His fingers go to the front, but this bra clasp is in the back.

“I’d like to request front clasps from here on out.” He pulls down the cups and bends me back, taking a breast into his mouth before I can respond.

My arms anchor around his neck and he bucks his hips off the chair, aligning perfectly with my core. The only problem is we’re both wearing jeans and they don’t allow it to feel as satisfying as I wish it was. But his mouth devouring my breasts feels amazing. His tongue twirls, his mouth sucks, and he blows a stream of air on my nipples, causing them to harden even more.

“Can I just stay here all day?” he murmurs against my breast.

“No complaints here.”

He stands from the chair and rests my back on his desk. The stapler presses into my right shoulder blade, but that’s a small price to pay. He unbuttons my jeans and lowers my zipper, his eyes promising me that I’m going to love every second of what’s about to happen. I have no doubt.

His large palm slides down the front of my pants, past the threshold of my panties, and his long finger slides through my folds before concentrating on my clit. He has a black belt in clit mastery—I swear he plays me almost better than I can myself.

Wanting to touch him, I straighten up and unbutton his jeans. I pull them open as much as possible, and my hand rubs his hard length through his boxers.

God, I feel as if we’re in high school with all this foreplay and getting each other off with our hands and mouths. I kind of like it, rather than going straight to sex, although I’m sure I wouldn’t be complaining if he was deep inside me right now.

Just his lips all over my skin and the pressure of his palm on my clit and his finger teasing my entrance is enough to get me there. Mostly because the dark stubble on his cheeks along my breast is a torture of the best kind. Right in his office, I come undone and a shiver runs up my spine like the last sizzle of a spent firecracker after the grand finale.

When I come to, he’s staring at me and places one kiss at my navel. “I could watch you come every minute of the day.”

He slides me forward and I’m very aware he’s still hard. I slide onto his lap and give him a quick kiss. His hard-as-steel dick is between us.

When I move to slide off his lap and down to the floor, he stops me. “I need to get inside of you.”

“Are you refusing a blow job?”

“Hell no. But I’m not going to be satisfied until I sink into you.”

Just thinking about it gets me going again.

“Well, unless you have a condom in that drawer…” I hate the fact I haven’t told him we’re probably good to go bare, but I’m not ready to go there yet.

“I think it speaks to how clean I am that I don’t.”

I lower myself to the floor, bringing his jeans and boxers down farther on his hips. Once I lick up his length, his head falls back. And soon we’re exactly where we were yesterday, his hand in my hair while he comes down my throat. After we’re done, his thumb runs along my bottom lip and he stares in my eyes as if I’m a puzzle he needs to figure out.

“You’re way too good at that,” he says, but I feel as though there’s something else he wanted to say. Something he’s holding back. Especially when he urges me up under my arms and wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck. “I wish we could take a nap.”

Last I knew, friends with benefits don’t take naps, so I spring back. “I’m really hungry.”

“You’re not full enough after the Kielbasa?” He taps my ass to get up off him.

We both button our pants and I put myself back together, finger-combing my hair, and we head to the kitchen where he prepares me a sandwich.

“So the rental place has a car for me. You can drop me off, then I’m heading to the grocery store.”

“And what about staying there for a while longer?”

I’ve been thinking about it all morning. Being at the apartment this morning was nice. It’s not much bigger than my room at Glacier Point, but it’d be cheaper. Plus it has a kitchen, and it would be nice to cook for myself a little. “I want to pay rent.”

He shakes his head.

“That’s the only way I’ll agree to do it.”

He finishes his sandwich, downing his water after, and crinkles the bottle. “I’m sure we can figure out some kind of arrangement.” He waggles his eyebrows.

“Like I’m a hooker?”

“No!” he says loudly. “I mean…” But he must think about it and see my point. “Okay, fine. Pay whatever you want.”

“Glad