by Mia Faye
“Oh.” Why did I always blush in front of the man? “I was… I mean, I don’t want to keep you.”
“No, no, it won’t be a problem. So, what are we unpacking? Kitchen? Bathroom?”
“Bedroom,” I said.
Cameron’s lip twitched, and his tone immediately turned flirty.“I wouldn’t mind helping you out in the bedroom.”
“It’s mostly just clothes, to be honest,” I said. I didn’t know what I was playing at; I was not ready for that man to see my bedroom.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. It’s just a bunch of clothes I need to fold. But thanks for offering.”
Cam nodded. He took a few steps toward me and leaned in to whisper into my ear. “You have stunning legs, Yvette. They’re quite the distraction.”
I blinked and swallowed hard, unsure how to react to that. But I didn’t get a chance to. Cam sidestepped me and made for the door, and he was gone before I could even thank him for the cake.
I thought about his comment a lot for the rest of the day. And his behavior toward me. I hadn’t known what to make of it that first time we met, but now I was sure of it. We seemed to have a playful banter, one that had apparently evolved into outright flirting. I didn’t mind that one bit. Cam was a great-looking guy. The thing I had trouble with was how much he seemed to affect me.
I had always been shy and introverted. Mousy, almost. But with Cam, I found myself bolder, more willing to say and do things I would otherwise never have considered.
Several times I found myself thinking of him; random thoughts that would just pop up in my head. I found myself remembering his stare and the silent promise in his eyes when he looked at me. Or his sweatpants, which were always just tight enough that I could see the outline of his strong legs, and much more. I thought about his voice, low and intimate and manly, and his lips, whispering compliments right against my ear.
It was a very long day. I finally finished unpacking late at night and sat down to admire my handiwork. I wasn’t going for a replica of my old apartment, but it came pretty close. It didn’t feel like home yet, but it looked like it. I could definitely get used to living here.
My eyes fell on the cake, still on the coffee table where Cam had left it. I got up and went into the kitchen, picked out a plate and some cutlery. I stacked the plate with a generous slice, and then on a whim, pulled a chair up to the window and drew the curtains aside slightly.
I had no difficulty locating Cam’s apartment. I had been looking out every day, trying to catch him doing something I could then make fun of. But I had only seen him once, for a brief moment in the morning, before he closed the window.
I bit into a forkful of the cake and let out an involuntary sigh. It was creamy and soft and full of flavor. I made a mental note to ask Cam where he got it.
My wait was rewarded after about ten minutes. I saw a flash of motion, and then the curtains to Cam’s bedroom window flew open. My heart leaped into my mouth, and I instinctively drew my own curtains back, terrified that he had seen me. I waited for a few breathless seconds, and then I stuck my head back around the sheer fabric. I couldn’t see into his bedroom too clearly, but I could make him out, or at least his body. He was topless, and from the way he was sitting up and then lowering himself out of sight, I gathered that he was working out.
His body was exactly as I had imagined it would be. Chiseled, athletic, extremely easy on the eye. I stared at him so absentmindedly that I didn’t notice the fork slip out of my hand. The sound of it clattering to the floor brought me back to earth, and at the same moment, I felt my phone begin to vibrate in my pocket.
I smiled when I saw his name on the screen. “Hello?” I said.
“I know a spot with a much better view,” Cam said. I looked out the window at his apartment; he had stopped working out and was leaning against the window, looking right in my direction.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said.
“You might want to get your eyes checked. You shouldn’t have to squint, you know. It’s not good for your eyes.”
“Oh, you think I was watching you? From my window?”
“I’m fairly certain, yes.”
“You’re mistaken, sir. I was actually watching the old lady a few windows down from yours. I didn’t even notice you.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
“So, you wouldn’t notice if I did… this?”
As I watched, he reached down and tugged at the strings securing his sweatpants. My breath caught in my throat. He pushed the pants off slowly, letting them roll off his hips and drop to the floor, then stepping out of them one leg at a time. He was left with nothing but boxers, tiny, perfectly fitted boxers that left nothing to the imagination. I pressed my thighs together, suddenly very hot.
“You know, I think you’re right. I can’t see anything from this far out. You mentioned something about a spot with a better view?”
“I did. I could show it to you if you want?”
“Show me the spot, you mean?”
“That too, yes.” He paused while I was still trying to get my brain to formulate words. “Ah, well,” Cam said. “I guess it doesn’t matter since you were really looking at old Mrs. Witten in the apartment below.”
“But if I wasn’t…”
“Then I would ask you to come over, in that sexy little slip you’re wearing, and I’ll give you a tour of my bedroom. Views and all.”
There was something so sexy about how cocky he sounded, how assured he was. He knew I was attracted to him. He knew that there was no way I was going to say no. A delicious tingle was spreading from between my legs, pulsing outward to every nerve in my body. I stood at that window, staring out at the half-naked man across from me, and I knew the decision had been made long before he even asked.
I dropped the plate on the table and left the house right as I was. Partly because I was afraid if I hesitated, I would change my mind, but mostly because of the anxiety that was slowly starting to creep in. Or was that excitement?
The wind billowed against me as I crossed to the other side, and my nightgown danced merrily around my ankles. Yet the chill never really registered.
By the time I got to his door, the panic had grown tenfold, and I considered for the first time that this was a bad idea. I lifted my hand to knock, paused, then let it drop. This was definitely a bad idea. I wrapped the nightgown around my body, shook my head, and started to turn away.
The door swung open before I could leave, however. And there he was. He hadn’t bothered to put anything else on; he was still in those impossibly sexy boxers and nothing else. He had been right, I thought. The view was way better up close.
I meant to say something, was going to protest somehow. But he stepped forward, and his hand snaked around my waist, and the next thing I knew, I was being pulled into the apartment. My legs left the ground, and I was being lifted, and then Cameron’s lips were crushed against mine.
Chapter 3
Cameron
She smelled of lavender and rich perfume, something with heady notes of vanilla which I knew would linger in the air long after she was gone. It seemed to come from everywhere all at once; her hair, as it flayed out on the wall I had pinned her to, the crook of her neck, where I buried my head and— moments later— my teeth, and the silk gown she was wearing, soft and light and easily brushed aside.
I let my hands trace the contours of her figure, exploring first the lovely swell of her hips, then letting my fingers lazily draw patterns all the way to her lower back. From there, it was a short journey to her bottom, and I grabbed her and lifted her so that her legs wrapped around my back.
She tasted of cake and fruit, and perhaps wine. I kissed her passionately, fiercely, letting the full extent of my desire pour out of my lips and onto hers. She responded with an abandon that drove me insane; her mouth on mine was urgent, challenging, and dancing along with mine, sweet and slick and wonderful.
But it was he
r body that really set me on fire. She felt incredible, crushed as she was against the wall. I pressed myself onto her, feeling the wall behind her and pushing her still, wanting to get even closer to her. She was warm and soft everywhere my skin came into contact with her. I fit right alongside her, my body on hers and hers around mine.
I deepened the kiss, letting my hand slide up her body, all the way to her chin and tilting it up so I could ravish her properly. My tongue lashed out, probing the slight resistance of her lips and then delving into her mouth. Just like she had before, she matched the zeal and intensity. Her own tongue slipped out, and now we were wrestling, tangling, my head swimming in a heady mix of lust and excitement.
A cold draft blew past us, and I remembered that the door was still open.
I pulled away with some effort, breaking the kiss and stepping back so that Yvette’s feet slowly hit the floor. Her eyes slid open, heavy and drowsy and beautiful. Green eyes. I hadn’t noticed.
I licked my lips, and they tasted just like hers.
I reached out and swung the door shut, then turned my attention back to her. I put my hands on either side of her and leaned down. She was standing on tiptoe, but she was still about a head shorter than me. She lifted her face to me and closed her eyes. Her lips were pursed, an invitation to resume the kiss.
“Welcome to my lovely home,” I announced.
She opened her eyes again. Her eyebrows came together, confused.“What?”
“Welcome,” I said again. “I promised you a tour, right?”
“Of your bedroom, right.”
“Then let’s get to it, shall we?”
I could tell she didn’t want the tour, and I didn’t either unless it involved my fingers touring her body. But I needed to slow down, get myself under control first. Things were moving a bit too quickly. I made a sweeping gesture around the living room, and Yvette followed it with mild interest.
“Living room,” I said. “Over there, kitchen, and beyond that, pantry. Over here, we have a hallway, which leads to the bedrooms, my office, bathrooms, and TV room.”
“Let’s start with the bedroom,” Yvette said, and I couldn’t help smiling.
I reached over and found her hand, interlocking her fingers in mine. I led her into the first room on the left, my bedroom, and flicked the light on.
“Whoa,” she gasped, letting my hand go and stepping into the room. She turned around almost full circle, taking in everything. My own eyes were fixed on her; I couldn’t help it. She looked radiant, the way her face was lit up, and her eyes were like bright bulbs, and her cheeks were rosy from the kiss. Her gown had come open at some point, though she wasn’t aware of it. I could see the pale skin just beyond the open folds of the gown, the rise of her breasts, and down below, the adorable lace panties she was wearing.
She went over to the window and peered out, no doubt looking to see if she could spot her apartment. I followed her there and pointed over her shoulder.
“My God, those curtains are practically see-through,” she commented, shaking her head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why would I? The view is incredible.”
I could tell she understood exactly what she meant. And that was my favorite thing about Yvette so far; she could pick up on all my subtle flirtations and respond in kind.
“My view isn’t so bad either,” she said, turning her body to me. I could feel the heat from her body, electrifying the space between us.
I reached out with a finger and slipped it into the edge of her gown. Keeping my eyes on her, I pulled it in and outward, so that the gown came away slowly until it slipped off her shoulder and rustled to the floor.
She stood in front of me, her breasts jutting out proudly, screaming for my touch.
“I think you’re sexy as fuck,” I told her, and I meant it.
She wasn’t tall, Yvette, but she had the body of a model. She had a cute, petite face in which large green eyes were the standout feature. Soft brown hair had been tied in a neat bun on top of her head, but a few strands were dangling on her forehead. She had a long, graceful neck, curving beautifully into a pair of elegant shoulders and long arms. Her breasts were ample and perky. She had an almost pear-like shape because her body curved at the hip into a wide, round ass that was only topped by her shapely legs.
I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t help it.
Yvette stepped up to me, smiling as if she understood exactly what was going on in my head.
“So,” she said.
It was invitation enough.
I grabbed her once more, finding her lips with ease. Her arms went around my neck, and when I grabbed around her waist, she leaned into my body and lifted herself, wrapping her legs around me once more.
I turned around with her in my arms and led her to the bed. I doubted I could restrain myself this time, but I didn’t care. We fell in together, our kiss unbroken, a messy tangle of limbs. I felt her fumble with the front of my boxers. The brush of her fingers so close to my cock drew a startled gasp from me, and I could feel her smiling even as I kissed her.
Encouraged, she ventured in, letting her fingers slide past the fabric and into the boxers. Long, warm fingers wrapped around my girth, and I gasped again. In an attempt to pay her back for the sweet agony she was subjecting me to, I reached my hand between our tussling bodies and caressed her torso, working my way up until I cupped a heavy breast.
Now we were both moaning. I flicked at her nipple, pinched it ever so softly, and massaged her breast. She squeezed my cock, rubbed it from within the boxers, and ran her finger along the slit of the head. It was more than I could take. I shifted my body, pulled it away from her. She protested, but I was already traveling south, trailing kisses along her body as I went.
She fell silent the minute I got to her navel. And she started to jerk and buckle when I spread her thighs and dove in. She had thick thighs, as I had seen and expected. Her fragrance was richer down there, a combination of her scent and the essence of her womanhood. It was there that I buried my head, and with a few tentative flicks of my tongue, I found her swollen lips.
I thought she had been moaning before, but it was nothing compared to what was happening now. The room was filled with sounds of her harried breathing, her groans, and moans coming through gritted teeth.
I kept the pressure up, enjoying the way her body was twisting and her hips grinding against my hands. I alternated between kissing her lips to push them apart, licking along and beyond them to the center of her heat, and flicking my tongue at the swollen hood of her clitoris. Several times she tried to twist away from me, and I had to grab her thighs and keep them open.
“Please,” she whispered after some time. Her voice was barely audible, raspy, and breathless. “Please.”I knew what she was saying. Funny, how I understood even the subtlest little hints she was giving me.
I gave her lips one final kiss, then retreated from between her legs and straightened up. I rolled away, reaching for the bedside drawer, and fumbling around for a condom. I looked over at Yvette as I slipped it on, at her heaving bosom, and the way her body was laid out on my bed, waiting for me. My cock pulsed and throbbed.
She was so wet by the time I repositioned myself on top of her that I had no difficulty finding and driving into her. It was a single, long thrust, and I buried myself all the way. Yvette gasped then held her breath. Her leg coiled around my back, and with it, she pulled me down and deeper inside her.
I reached for her chin again, and she understood the touch to be a plea, a request. I wanted to see her, to look into her eyes as I took her. She obliged, opening her eyes, and looking at me just as I was starting to move.
It was slow at first; I withdrew slowly, pulling my hips all the way back, and then driving back into her with a sure stroke. Each time she moaned a little louder, and with each thrust, I got more frenzied. Soon, our bodies were mashing together as I pounded harder and faster. A thin film of sweat materialized between us as we both writhed and c
ontorted our bodies. Her hands were on my back, and her fingers were starting to dig painfully into my skin. I fell onto my elbows, bringing my ears right next to her lips.
The sounds coming from her were enough to tip me over the edge. Not yet, though. I closed my eyes and willed myself to wait for her.
I didn’t have to wait long.
Her whole body froze, and I thought for a second, I had somehow hurt her. Then she started to shudder, from the tips of her fingers all the way down to her toes, her body rocking and trembling uncontrollably. She clasped the shaft of my cock tighter than ever; her hands were like bars of steel on my back, and her hips wouldn’t stop grinding against me.
I couldn’t make sense of any of the things she was saying. With one final guttural grunt, she tensed up one last time, and then her body went completely still.
Without missing a beat, I slipped out and turned her over. She lifted her ass to me, and I reached over and pushed her head down into the mattress. I guided myself back into her, grabbing her by the hips to find purchase.
I think I meant to be gentle, slow. But Yvette wouldn’t let me. She rocked back and forth on her knees, meeting my forward thrusts with backward thrusts of her own, and in seconds I was panting, hanging on for dear life. I grabbed a handful of the bedding and ground mercilessly into her, feeling her second orgasm start to tear through her.
And then I was coming too. I roared, and she cried out loudly, and our bodies collapsed in shared bliss. I fell forward onto her back, where I stayed until my breathing returned to normal.
I heard her voice as if from miles away. It was all indecipherable, but I was sure I knew the gist of it, and I mumbled something back. Yvette lowered herself to the bed, and I rolled off her and onto my back.
I thought that was a proper welcome-to-the-neighborhood gift.
Chapter 4
Cameron
I had been at Penguin Publishers for over 10 years, and I still got nervous going in for management meetings. Every single time. Even when I knew the agenda of the meeting, I would still feel that tense anxiety that I first experienced on my first day of work. I remember it like it was yesterday; I was a young, awkward kid just out of school, walking into a boardroom full of dark suits and even darker expressions. It was terrifying. And I had to walk up to Wyatt Banks, the owner of the company, and introduce myself. I remember just being grateful that I waited until after the meeting to puke my guts out.
