She hadn’t meant to spy. But she knew better—he had a routine and her body had learned it by heart. Nine o’clock without fail. That is when they were expected to arrive.
She heard laughter and knew he was done with her. He always made them laugh right before they had to leave. Sighing, she looked around her sparsely decorated place. The modern décor she had chosen suited her taste, but she wished her budget allowed her to spruce it up just a bit. The walls were bare, except for one black and white photograph of the New York City skyline.
She had wanted tonight to last longer, but sadly, the woman had let her down too. The clickety clack of her heels echoed in the hallway. He was alone. What did he do after they left? She closed her eyes, imagining him in the shower washing off the remnants of his playtime. She had passed him in the hallway on occasions but never struck up a conversation. What could she say? Thanks for getting me off once a month. Could you maybe do it a bit more often?
Autumn chuckled and slid under the cool sheets of her bed. The lumpy mattress had taken some getting used to, but living this far into the city meant sacrificing. Comfort and space had been the first to go. She closed her eyes, her body grateful for the one orgasm she had gotten. It could have been so much better.
Pulling off her negligee, she hastily donned her favorite oversized shirt.
The knock on her door startled her. She jumped, her eyes wide as she looked around. Who could that possibly be? She walked to the door and peeked out.
Shit.
Her heart leapt into her chest and she leaned against the door, the knock sounding louder the second time around. Why was he knocking? Did he know?
“I know you are in there, minx. Open the door.” She battled with reason, but opened the door anyway. She was an idiot to obey, but she couldn’t resist the temptation.
His tall, muscular frame loomed in the expanse of the door until he stepped forward, closed the door and locked it. Her heart slammed into her chest, her pulse raced. Why was he here?
“Hello, neighbor. I thought maybe it was time for us to introduce ourselves.” The navy blue warm-up bottoms he wore hid the body she had fantasized about.
She stammered for a response. Irritation should be the first response. Was he always this bold? But she already knew the answer.
Yes.
It was why he starred in her fantasies each night and why she looked forward to the 25th of each month. “Hi.”
He chuckled, the dimples on his cheeks accentuated when he grinned. “Hi back. I’m Kade Berges.”
She smoothed her hair back behind her ear and smiled. Her hands tugged on the oversized button down shirt she wore, wishing it would come down a little farther. She closed her eyes when his gaze moved over her body.
“What’s your name?”
“Autumn.” She hated sounding so shy and weak, but words escaped her. Trying hard to avoid eye contact, she hoped he could not see the way her nipples had hardened the second he walked into her place.
“Beautiful name for a sexy woman. Tell me, Autumn. Did you get to come tonight?” His hand wound in her hair, his gaze roamed her body. “Because I sure didn’t.”
She looked him in the eyes. He knew.
His other hand unbuttoned the three top buttons of her faded blue shirt to expose the swell of her breasts, then slid seductively down her side. His fingers paused at her knee before making a slow sweep up the inside of her thigh. Breathing became difficult when he caressed the juncture of her legs.
“I see you enjoyed yourself more than I expected. I always love hearing you cry out when you orgasm. I bet it sounds so much better when there isn’t a wall separating us.” Buttons popped off her shirt when he tugged at it. Cool air swept across her exposed breasts. “I didn’t realize I had such a delectable package right next door. If I had known that mewling voice I hear every month came from such a gorgeous body, you would’ve been the one over there.”
“You knew what I looked like. We’ve met.” She swallowed. “At the chute.”
A grin formed on his full lips. “I didn’t realize you were here. I hadn’t made the connection.”
Her heart beat wildly, her thoughts racing as reality slammed headfirst into her darkest fantasies. He was here. Touching her.
Autumn slid the top off, allowing it to pool on the hardwood floor. “I’m surprised you came over. You never have before.”
“I decided it was time for you to pay for your pleasure.” He stepped forward and brought himself flush against her body, the cotton material of his top brushed against her nipples. A moan escaped her lips.
“What type of payment are you talking about?” She stepped back, but his hands quickly wrapped around her waist and brought her body against his.
Laughter filled the room, his breath warm in her ear. “Not really payment as much as punishment. See, tonight’s lack of pleasure was your fault. I found myself only able to think about you, and what you were doing over here.”
Tingles went down her spine and she inhaled the scent of his cologne. “I’ve never distracted you before.”
“Oh but last time you surprised me by screaming for more.” Autumn gasped, recalling how she had begged for more. “Yes, I heard that sexy voice of yours telling me not to stop, and it turned me on. I found myself wanting to give you so much more tonight, but couldn’t with her. So you have to be punished for breaking my concentration.”
Anticipation ran through her when he pulled her away from him slightly. “What were you planning to do?”
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