Hotshot Neighbor – Caleb & Jess Read Online Shandi Boyes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
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I guess that’s only fair since I am to blame.

“I want this.” My words are only a mouse squeak. “I just… I…”

“I won’t touch you,” Jess assures when words elude me.

When she attempts to spin around to face me, I step closer, pinning her even nearer to the door. I don’t want to think about my fucked-up head—I don’t want to think about him—and for the first time in years, I’ve done neither of those things the past two hours, so instead of pushing the exit button on the automatic door, I speak through the panic clutching my throat. “You can’t touch me. Not in here.” Her cocktail-scented breath bounces off the door and wafts into my nostrils when I say, “But I can touch you. I can ease the tension.” I don’t care if I don’t get off because I’m confident watching Jess’s gorgeous face constrict with ecstasy will be enough to get me through the next hundred years without coming.

My hand shakes like a motherfucking soft cock when I lower it from the door to Jess’s hip, but when I notice her body exposes she is as nervous as me, the dread ridding the air of oxygen alters in an instant. We’re not in a disgusting bathroom that reeks of lemon urinal deodorizer blocks and him. I’m cozied up to the back of a woman who smells as sweet and smooth as her skin feels when I brush my thumb on the portion of her stomach exposed by her midriff shirt.

The tiled walls of the bathroom fade into the background when Jess molds her body with mine a second after my hand slips to the short hem of her neon skirt. She plasters her ass to the crotch of my sweatpants like she isn’t several inches shorter than me, then floats her head an inch in front of my chest.

The annoying doof doof music blaring around us should make my movements hurried and impatient, but I guess you could say I don’t want to rush exploring a body that deserves hours upon hours of exploration.

I just wish it were occurring any place but here.

Long arms are one of the good things about being a giant. I have no issues snaking my hand under Jess’s skirt so I can brush the back of my fingers down her panties. A hiss of air whizzes from my mouth when I notice how damp the lacy material is. I shouldn’t be shocked. I don’t need to check my boxers to know they’re stained with pre-cum. Jess wasn’t being dramatic when she said the tension between us is combustible. It’s been burning up for hours, and now that it is being unleashed, not even a dirty bathroom can slow it down.

After slipping my hand beneath the lacy fabric, I lock my eyes with Jess’s face. A smile curls on my mouth when I see how lusty her eyes are. They’re gleaming with as much lust as they had on the dance floor the past two hours and sparkle even more when she bobs her head to the silent questions streaming out of me.

I’m dying to ravish her, but there’s no chance in hell I will touch her without permission.

She has all the power right now.

I’m merely here for her to guide me toward her ultimate desires.

My groan ruffles the dark strands of hair stuck to Jess’s temples when I notch a finger inside her wet, silky center. She’s hot to the touch and super responsive to every meager move I make.

Her pussy hugs my finger when my thumb finds her clit. Her moan when I circle the nervy bud is almost as exotic as her sun-kissed skin, and it has me forgetting more than haunted memories.

I can’t think about anything but her and her pleasure.

As I tease her clit with my thumb while fucking her with my finger, Jess shifts her weight from my chest to the door. She arches her back, pinning her ass firmer with my crotch while also widening the spread of her legs so I have unlimited access to her slicked sex.

“Open up a little more for me,” I demand, my voice rough with ecstasy.

When she does as requested, I remove my finger from her pussy, then wedge my hand between us. Her disappointed sigh only bounces off the frosted glass door for half a second when it dawns on her that I’m not stopping this before it’s truly started. I am merely positioning her better so I can enhance her pleasure.

After stepping back, I gently push on her lower back. Her new angle means I don’t face an ounce of restriction when I stuff two fingers inside her, and her moan announces I’m more deeply seated than I was only moments ago.

“I need these gone.” I groan through a moan when the seductive arch of Jess’s back is ruined by a pair of lacy panties. Don’t get me wrong. Her fantastic ass perched high in the air is a visual I will remember until the end of time, but it would be better if I could see the slickness extending from her pussy to her ass instead of solely feeling it.



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