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Authors: Desiree Holt, Allie Standifer
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Chapter One
Elin sucked in her breath as his large hand cupped her breast, his thumb rasping her nipple through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Her panties dampened and the drumbeat of need pounded through her body. He lightly nipped the line of her jaw before capturing her mouth again in a predatory kiss.
Kasey Jacobs sat back in her desk chair and took a healthy swallow of her iced tea. Despite the fact that the air-conditioning churned and she wore only thin shorts and a thinner tank top, she felt way too hot, her skin stretched tight, her heart racing slightly. It was always like this when she was writing the hot sex scenes in her books. How pathetic was it that her sex life existed within the pages of the erotic romances she created? Elin Farrell was having more sex than she was.
Idly she glanced out the window of the room she’d converted to her study, taking in the darkened house across from hers. They were the only two houses in the cul-de-sac and the way they’d been built, they directly faced each other. The owner of the other house had moved in three weeks ago but except for moving day she hadn’t laid eyes on him. The broad width of his muscular shoulders. The dark tangle of sweat-dampened hair. Oh yeah, everything about her mysterious neighbor made her hormones stand at attention.
No lights came on at night. Weird, but so were males in general. Men had been a constant disappointment to her, unlike the heroes she created. Having decided that fake sex had far fewer problems, she’d sworn off men, at least for the foreseeable future.
But for some reason tonight he invaded her thoughts. As she wrote about Elin’s lover the faint image of her neighbor kept jumping into her mind. Yummilicious. That was the word for him. He could have walked straight off the pages of one of her books. From just those glimpses of him sexual awareness had charged through her body. Probably a good thing she hadn’t seen him since or she might have made a total fool of herself. And she knew what a disaster that would be.
Well, hell!
Turning back to her computer, she picked up where she’d left off, trying to immerse herself in the scene again.
His tongue was a liquid flame, scorching the inside of her mouth as his hand continued to knead her breast. He whispered in her mouth, “I’m going to fuck you, Elin, until you know who you belong to.”
Fuck!
Kasey hit Save and stood up. She was getting more turned on by her words than usual, and her neighbor’s shadowy form kept superimposing itself on her thoughts. She looked out the window again and wondered what he did at night that he was never home. She’d begun keeping her blinds pulled up on the off chance she might catch a glimpse of him but no such luck.
She needed to get him out of her mind and do something to take care of the hunger riding her body.
* * * * *
Skyler Brody lay perfectly still on his bed, the lights in his bedroom off and his blinds wide open. From where he lay he had direct visual access into the house across the way and the mouthwatering redhead who sat there every night at the computer. He figured she didn’t think he was home so she, too, kept her blinds up. Something for which he was extremely grateful.
She always wore the same type of outfit, skimpy shorts and top. Her generous breasts pushed against the soft material, making his cock harden every time his eyes focused on them.
Getting shot in the line of duty hadn’t been any fun, although it was always a hovering possibility for cops. Especially Homicide cops. The wound had been a through and through and shouldn’t have caused him much of a problem. Except it was in his shooting arm so he was on leave until physical therapy cleared him as fully operational.
His first night home instead of out on the streets, lying in his darkened bedroom, he’d discovered the tantalizing show in the house that shared the cul-de-sac with him. Now he lay there each night, watching her like some
Elin sucked in her breath as his large hand cupped her breast, his thumb rasping her nipple through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Her panties dampened and the drumbeat of need pounded through her body. He lightly nipped the line of her jaw before capturing her mouth again in a predatory kiss.
Kasey Jacobs sat back in her desk chair and took a healthy swallow of her iced tea. Despite the fact that the air-conditioning churned and she wore only thin shorts and a thinner tank top, she felt way too hot, her skin stretched tight, her heart racing slightly. It was always like this when she was writing the hot sex scenes in her books. How pathetic was it that her sex life existed within the pages of the erotic romances she created? Elin Farrell was having more sex than she was.
Idly she glanced out the window of the room she’d converted to her study, taking in the darkened house across from hers. They were the only two houses in the cul-de-sac and the way they’d been built, they directly faced each other. The owner of the other house had moved in three weeks ago but except for moving day she hadn’t laid eyes on him. The broad width of his muscular shoulders. The dark tangle of sweat-dampened hair. Oh yeah, everything about her mysterious neighbor made her hormones stand at attention.
No lights came on at night. Weird, but so were males in general. Men had been a constant disappointment to her, unlike the heroes she created. Having decided that fake sex had far fewer problems, she’d sworn off men, at least for the foreseeable future.
But for some reason tonight he invaded her thoughts. As she wrote about Elin’s lover the faint image of her neighbor kept jumping into her mind. Yummilicious. That was the word for him. He could have walked straight off the pages of one of her books. From just those glimpses of him sexual awareness had charged through her body. Probably a good thing she hadn’t seen him since or she might have made a total fool of herself. And she knew what a disaster that would be.
Well, hell!
Turning back to her computer, she picked up where she’d left off, trying to immerse herself in the scene again.
His tongue was a liquid flame, scorching the inside of her mouth as his hand continued to knead her breast. He whispered in her mouth, “I’m going to fuck you, Elin, until you know who you belong to.”
Fuck!
Kasey hit Save and stood up. She was getting more turned on by her words than usual, and her neighbor’s shadowy form kept superimposing itself on her thoughts. She looked out the window again and wondered what he did at night that he was never home. She’d begun keeping her blinds pulled up on the off chance she might catch a glimpse of him but no such luck.
She needed to get him out of her mind and do something to take care of the hunger riding her body.
* * * * *
Skyler Brody lay perfectly still on his bed, the lights in his bedroom off and his blinds wide open. From where he lay he had direct visual access into the house across the way and the mouthwatering redhead who sat there every night at the computer. He figured she didn’t think he was home so she, too, kept her blinds up. Something for which he was extremely grateful.
She always wore the same type of outfit, skimpy shorts and top. Her generous breasts pushed against the soft material, making his cock harden every time his eyes focused on them.
Getting shot in the line of duty hadn’t been any fun, although it was always a hovering possibility for cops. Especially Homicide cops. The wound had been a through and through and shouldn’t have caused him much of a problem. Except it was in his shooting arm so he was on leave until physical therapy cleared him as fully operational.
His first night home instead of out on the streets, lying in his darkened bedroom, he’d discovered the tantalizing show in the house that shared the cul-de-sac with him. Now he lay there each night, watching her like some
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