skinny jeans, heels, and a short-sleeved ruffled blouse of the finest linen in a bright fuchsia that really was more Aria’s style than Jaime’s usual slacks, suits, and dresses. She was trying something new.
Jaime slid her feet into her heels just as someone rang the doorbell. Frowning, she grabbed her cell phone from her nightstand before she made her way to the door. Her parents were home waiting for her and no one, besides Pleasure, knew where she stayed.
Stepping up onto her toes she looked out the peephole.
Her eyebrow arched at the sight of the broad-shouldered bearded man standing there. Jaime recognized him from the town house next door. Still . . .
“Who is it?” she asked, lowering her slender frame back down onto her heels.
“It’s your next-door neighbor, Lucas Neal. I have some of your mail.”
She stepped back enough to open the lightweight fiberglass door. “Hi,” she greeted him with a smile, looking at him. He was the same height as she was, with one of those round, boyishly cute faces and a round belly that spoke of his love of food.
“I hope I wasn’t interrupting you, but some of your mail was in my box,” he said, his voice kind of raspy like he could sing the hell out of a smooth slow jam.
“No, no problem. Thanks,” Jaime said, taking the mail from him with one hand and extending the other. “Jaime Hall—well, soon to be again Jaime Pine.”
He engulfed her slender hand in his as he smiled, two huge dimples filling his round cheeks. “Divorce?”
Jaime nodded. “Soon. Hopefully very soon.”
“Me, too,” he said, holding up his left hand to show his bare ring finger with just a lightened area where his wedding ring used to sit.
They fell silent.
“Thanks for the mail,” Jaime said, sifting through the stack of mainly advertisements and credit card offers.
“No problem. Glad to be a good neighbor.”
Jaime looked up, her eyes shifting past him to the silver pickup truck parking behind her Volvo. Her face showed her surprise and Lucas turned to look over his shoulder.
Pleasure climbed the brick steps with ease, dressed in a black shirt and black slacks, his thin dreads pulled back from his face, looking sexy as shit on his tall muscular frame. Jaime lost her breath as she eyed him with a smile. The stance of her body changed as she leaned in the doorway and she arched her breasts forward just a bit more.
“I see you have company,” Lucas said.
Jaime barely heard him as Pleasure breezed right past the man, his height dwarfing her neighbor easily. “I wasn’t expecting you,” she said, looking up at Pleasure in all his handsome glory.
“I couldn’t get you off my mind,” Pleasure said. “Busy?”
Jaime shook her head. “Not anymore,” she told him, her body already reacting to him in just pure anticipation of the dicking down he was about to deliver.
“So I’ll just be going,” Lucas added.
Pleasure picked her up with one arm and held her body close to his, pressing his smooth lips to her neck. “Damn, you smell good,” he moaned against her pulse, pulling her into the house to solidly close the front door in Lucas’s face.
“Was the dough boy trying to take my spot?” he asked, carrying her into the living room.
“Who?” Jaime asked, sliding down his body to drop to her feet and kick off her heels.
“Fat boy at the door,” he said.
Jaime waved her hand dismissively, dropping to her knees in front of him. “Jealous?”
He chuckled. “You love this dick too much,” he said, all cocky and bold.
“Oh really?”
Pleasure unzipped his pants and worked to free his dick. “Really,” he said, tapping the thick tip against her chin and mouth.
Jaime moaned in pleasure, opening her mouth wide to unroll her tongue.
Pleasure stroked her tongue with his dick.
Jaime felt it growing hard inch by inch in her mouth.
“You the best at this shit,” he moaned.
Jaime laughed. “You taught me well,” she said, her voice muffled from her
Jaime slid her feet into her heels just as someone rang the doorbell. Frowning, she grabbed her cell phone from her nightstand before she made her way to the door. Her parents were home waiting for her and no one, besides Pleasure, knew where she stayed.
Stepping up onto her toes she looked out the peephole.
Her eyebrow arched at the sight of the broad-shouldered bearded man standing there. Jaime recognized him from the town house next door. Still . . .
“Who is it?” she asked, lowering her slender frame back down onto her heels.
“It’s your next-door neighbor, Lucas Neal. I have some of your mail.”
She stepped back enough to open the lightweight fiberglass door. “Hi,” she greeted him with a smile, looking at him. He was the same height as she was, with one of those round, boyishly cute faces and a round belly that spoke of his love of food.
“I hope I wasn’t interrupting you, but some of your mail was in my box,” he said, his voice kind of raspy like he could sing the hell out of a smooth slow jam.
“No, no problem. Thanks,” Jaime said, taking the mail from him with one hand and extending the other. “Jaime Hall—well, soon to be again Jaime Pine.”
He engulfed her slender hand in his as he smiled, two huge dimples filling his round cheeks. “Divorce?”
Jaime nodded. “Soon. Hopefully very soon.”
“Me, too,” he said, holding up his left hand to show his bare ring finger with just a lightened area where his wedding ring used to sit.
They fell silent.
“Thanks for the mail,” Jaime said, sifting through the stack of mainly advertisements and credit card offers.
“No problem. Glad to be a good neighbor.”
Jaime looked up, her eyes shifting past him to the silver pickup truck parking behind her Volvo. Her face showed her surprise and Lucas turned to look over his shoulder.
Pleasure climbed the brick steps with ease, dressed in a black shirt and black slacks, his thin dreads pulled back from his face, looking sexy as shit on his tall muscular frame. Jaime lost her breath as she eyed him with a smile. The stance of her body changed as she leaned in the doorway and she arched her breasts forward just a bit more.
“I see you have company,” Lucas said.
Jaime barely heard him as Pleasure breezed right past the man, his height dwarfing her neighbor easily. “I wasn’t expecting you,” she said, looking up at Pleasure in all his handsome glory.
“I couldn’t get you off my mind,” Pleasure said. “Busy?”
Jaime shook her head. “Not anymore,” she told him, her body already reacting to him in just pure anticipation of the dicking down he was about to deliver.
“So I’ll just be going,” Lucas added.
Pleasure picked her up with one arm and held her body close to his, pressing his smooth lips to her neck. “Damn, you smell good,” he moaned against her pulse, pulling her into the house to solidly close the front door in Lucas’s face.
“Was the dough boy trying to take my spot?” he asked, carrying her into the living room.
“Who?” Jaime asked, sliding down his body to drop to her feet and kick off her heels.
“Fat boy at the door,” he said.
Jaime waved her hand dismissively, dropping to her knees in front of him. “Jealous?”
He chuckled. “You love this dick too much,” he said, all cocky and bold.
“Oh really?”
Pleasure unzipped his pants and worked to free his dick. “Really,” he said, tapping the thick tip against her chin and mouth.
Jaime moaned in pleasure, opening her mouth wide to unroll her tongue.
Pleasure stroked her tongue with his dick.
Jaime felt it growing hard inch by inch in her mouth.
“You the best at this shit,” he moaned.
Jaime laughed. “You taught me well,” she said, her voice muffled from her
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