ISBN Digital: 978-1-5092-1146-3
Page Count: 33
Word Count: 6484
It’s Saturday night and the only action Mia Daniels has to look forward to is watching her neighbors having fun through binoculars. When she spies the sexy hunk she’s been crushing on pleasuring himself, there’s only one thing to do—”borrow some sugar.” Will he give her what she asks for or what she wants?
His gaze raked over her trim frame. He’d like to run his hands over those slim ankles and all the way up the inside of her tanned legs, slide them under her skirt, cup her. He bet she had a soft, velvety pussy.
He mashed his lips to ward off a smile. “Can I help you?”
She smiled back. “I hope so. I’m your neighbor from across the way. I wondered if I could borrow a cup of sugar.”
No one ever needed a cup of sugar dressed like that. Or traveled across the way to borrow it. Maybe she was a whistle-blower. Hell, he hadn’t thought of that. But so what if she was. It was no one’s damned business if he was jacking off in his own apartment. She was the snoop, not him.
A little annoyed at that thought, and at having his evening of self-pleasuring disturbed, he opened the door a little wider. “Sure. Come in a minute.” He turned and headed for the kitchen. “Got your cup?”
On hearing the front door close, he spun round. The bathrobe’s belt slipped loose as he did so. “No need to close the door. I’m decent.”
She bit her bottom lip. “I, uh, I don’t really want sugar.”
So she was a snoop. He straightened his shoulders. The robe opened farther. He didn’t bother to hide one bare thigh, very aware of the big bulge tenting his robe. She made no secret of the fact that she’d noticed either.
He lifted one eyebrow and challenged softly. “Then what do you want?”
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