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  “It doesn’t have to be anything, baby.”

  “Brant?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re the artist here, aren’t you?” she asked.

  “How did you know?”

  “Your initials, BM. Brant Miller.”

  “Yes. I’m the artist.”

  “Sean gave it away when he asked me about what you did. I just put two and two together. This studio, your artwork, your knowledge, and your signature in the corner, it’s all you.”

  Brant didn’t know what to make of what she said.

  “Do you know these women?”

  “Yes. Some of them are models.”

  “What about the men with them?”

  “Boyfriends.”

  There was a picture of them actually having sex, his cock pressing into her. He’d taken a picture of the act as the couple wanted it to be drawn. Brant didn’t question what his clients wanted. He did what he had to do.

  “They allow you to show this?” she asked.

  “The couple doesn’t have their faces showing. Their identity is a complete secret to everyone but themselves, and me.”

  “They’ve got no problem with this being shown?” she asked.

  Brant chuckled. “They get a kick out of it. No, I won’t be telling you who they are. That’s private.”

  “I don’t want to know.”

  He still held onto her hip as they made their way around the small room. When they got to the last one, Brant didn’t want to leave the room.

  His cock was rock hard, and the erotic images hadn’t helped him with the arousal. He wanted her badly. Her body was so soft, and he didn’t want to let her go.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  Brant pressed her against the door, taking hold of her hands, and placing them above her head. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do from the very first moment I saw you.” He took possession of her lips, sliding his tongue between her lips, tasting her. At first, she tensed in his arms.

  He paused and rested his head against hers. “I want you.”

  “I don’t know what is happening right now.”

  “Don’t think about it. I want to kiss you.”

  “Kiss me,” she said.

  “No one can see us. You don’t have to think about what we’re doing.”

  The light was turned off, and he took complete advantage, sliding his tongue into her mouth, and this time, she melted against him.

  He released her hands, and gripped her waist as she held onto his shoulders, tightly. She tasted like heaven, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

  Their kiss was interrupted by his cell phone ringing.

  She pulled away, licking her lips. “You’re going to have to answer that.”

  Rummaging in his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone, and answered the call. “Don’t go anywhere.”

  He flicked the light on, and it was as if the light turned on the reality of the situation. Before he could stop her, Elisha had opened the door, and left.

  “Elisha.” He shouted out to stop her.

  Rushing toward the door, he discovered it was already unlocked. Shit, what the fuck had just happened?

  Chapter Five

  Elisha entered her home, and immediately she went toward her cleaning cupboard. Her heart was racing, and she couldn’t focus on anything right now as her lips still tingled. The kiss alone had given her so much pleasure, and she’d run. Like a child, she’d run. She didn’t even know why she had run, and it sucked.

  “Great, Elisha, he’s going to think you’re a crazy person.” She pulled out her dust cloth and rushed toward her sitting room. Opening the windows wide, she started to shake the dust out of the curtains.

  Unable to handle the thoughts rushing through her, she grabbed her cell phone, and dialed Beth.

  “Hello,” Beth said, answering seconds later.

  “I need to talk. I kissed Brant.”

  “The sexy neighbor?”

  “Of course. Who else would I kiss?”

  “Wasn’t it any good?”

  Holding her cell phone between her shoulder and her ear, Elisha sighed. “It was damn good. The best kiss I’ve ever experienced, and I’ve had a lot of kisses.”

  “Wait, you kissed him, and then what happened?”

  “I ran.”

  “You ran?”

  “Yes, I ran, and I feel so fucking stupid.”

  “Wow, you’re using the word fucking?”

  Growling, Elisha stomped her foot. “This is not a joke.”

  “I’m not laughing, honey. I’m just trying to figure out what you’ve got going on.”

  “There’s nothing going on. I kissed my neighbor, in the sexy part of his studio, and I ran. He probably thinks I’m a crazy person.” She wiped down her coffee table while also talking to her sister.

  “You’re cleaning, aren’t you?”

  “Yes. My sitting room is dirty.”

  “I know you, Elisha. Your sitting room is spotless, and you know it.”

  “I don’t know what I’m doing,” Elisha said, panicking.

  “Stop cleaning.”

  “I need to clean.”

  “No, you don’t. You’ve just kissed your sexy neighbor.”

  Elisha stood. Her heart was still racing, and she stared out of the window, dreading when Brant was going to arrive. He would probably laugh at the way she was being.

  “I need to move.”

  “Because you kissed a guy?”

  “Yes. This is going to be so embarrassing. I won’t be able to look at him again. He probably thinks I’m a crazy person.”

  “Babe, you are a crazy person. You’re the only woman I know who’d run from a hot, sexy guy, and actually clean rather than try to be with the man himself,” Beth said.

  Confused, Elisha gasped as she saw Brant park up outside of her house. Her windows were open, and she dropped down onto her sofa.

  “He’s here.”

  “You’re sounding even weirder, Elisha.” Beth sounded amused by what was happening.

  “I’ve ducked down, but I think he saw me.”

  “You’re sounding childish,” Beth said.

  Glancing up over her sofa, she gasped.

  “Are you seriously hiding behind your sofa so you don’t have to talk to me?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “Yes.” Beth shouted down the line, and Elisha hung up.

  “Are you going to come and open your door, so we can talk properly?”

  You’re so childish.

  “Yes.” Placing her phone onto the coffee table, she made her way toward her front door. She opened it up, and Brant pushed his way inside her home. “Just come on in.” Closing the door, she made her way back into her living room, and started pulling the windows, locking them back up. Once that was done, her hands were also free again, and she stared at her cleaning cloths.

  “Is this what you do when you’re nervous?” Brant asked, coming to stand behind her.

  When she made to move, he grabbed her hips and held her steady. “I’m not done talking with you.”

  “What do you want?”

  “We shared a kiss, and you freaked out. Do you do that to a lot of the guys you’re with?”

  “I’m not with a lot of guys,” she said, trying to avoid the question every chance she got.

  “I’m joking.”

  His hands started to stroke her hips, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes, and bask in the attention he was showing to her.

  Her pussy grew slick, and her nipples went rock hard. She wanted his hands all over, and to be out of her clothes.

  “You’re aroused, Elisha. I bet your pussy is soaking wet, just waiting to be licked, and fucked.”

  “You’re my neighbor. This is wrong.”

  He chuckled, and even the sound turned her on. She hadn’t been touched in so long, and it was starting to show.

  “I’m not related to you, we’re both consenting adults, and there
’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing to each other.”

  Brant grabbed her hand and placed it over his cock. He was pressed against her ass, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock.

  “I only came to look at art.”

  “We kissed, and you ran. Tell me why you ran.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “You do, babe.”

  “I don’t want to ruin our neighborly friendship.”

  “What friendship? You called me awful and dirty. I can make you dirty, Elisha.” His hands went from her hips, up to her breasts. She gasped and closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands on her body. “I don’t have to be anything but an itch that you need to scratch, baby.”

  The temptation was so strong.

  She wrapped her fingers around his cock and began to rub him through the denim. He was the biggest man she’d ever felt. Elisha didn’t have a lot to compare it to, but he felt damn good.

  What would it be like just to have a guy she slept with? No, not sleep with, fucked. Maybe that word was too vulgar. Have sex with? Maybe?

  Damn, she’d never been good at displaying her needs, or even thinking about it. Her sister had told her to start loosening up, but she just couldn’t do it. Elisha had never been able to bring herself to let go and embrace what she wanted.

  “You don’t need to be afraid of me,” he said, whispering against her ear.

  “I’m not afraid.”

  “Good.” He sucked on her neck, and the goosebumps from his touch left her gasping. “Do you want to stop?”

  “No. I don’t want you to stop.”

  He started to unbutton her shirt, and even though she should protest, she couldn’t.

  I want this.

  She wanted it so damn badly.

  Give in.

  Let go.

  Have what you’ve never had.

  Gripping his cock a little tighter, she began to stroke him. When that wasn’t enough, she moved up, and slid her hand inside his jeans, cupping him. She was startled as the naked flesh of his cock touched her hand. “Where’s your underwear?”

  “I don’t wear them. I like my dick to be free.” He spun her around so she had no choice but to pull her hand out of his pants. Brant didn’t stop there. He moved her so that she was pressed against the wall of her living room, away from the window.

  He tore open her shirt sending buttons everywhere.

  “Tell me to stop, Elisha,” he said.

  Gritting her teeth, she shook her head.

  “I’m not a rapist, baby. You want me to stop then tell me. I don’t force you.”

  “I know. I want you. I want this.” Admitting the truth was a huge step for her. She wasn’t used to giving into what she actually wanted. Licking her dry lips, she stared up into his eyes.

  He tugged his shirt over her head.

  Holding her hand up on his chest, she made his pause. “This doesn’t mean anything. We’re not committed to each other, and we don’t have to turn this into something, right?”

  “You’ve got that right. You’re Elisha, my neighbor. I’m Brant, your neighbor.”

  Elisha smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

  She didn’t want a relationship, or anything that would complicate her world. All she wanted was to have some fun.

  Fun? She didn’t even know what that was anymore.

  ****

  Brant’s cock was threatening to explode out of his jeans. He was so damn rock hard. Danny had been the one to interrupt their kiss. Once he’d taken care of the call, he’d come straight home, not even bothering to see Sean. He hated seeing her run from him. The moment he got his hands on her, he lost all sense.

  She was so clean and innocent that he had to make her dirty, fuck her raw.

  Elisha gripped his shoulders, grabbing him tightly.

  “You want me to fuck you?” He had a lot of plans for her body, and he couldn’t wait to get started.

  “God, yes.” She ran her hands down his chest toward the belt holding up his jeans. He wanted to fuck her so damn badly, to finally find out if she was as tight and wet as he imagined. Brant had spent too much time wondering about the feel of her cunt wrapped around his dick. Even when he’d been with Kasey, he’d thought about Elisha. It was what got him off.

  “Tell me to fuck you. Tell me how much you want it.” He needed to hear her tell him exactly what she wanted.

  She shook her head. “I can’t do that.”

  “If you want my cock that’s exactly what you’re going to have to do.” He just wanted to hear her talk dirty. One of his fantasies was having Elisha tell him what she wanted. He was determined to break through this tough outer shell that she portrayed to the world, and find the woman deep inside her. “Tell me, baby. Let me hear those dirty words coming out of your mouth.”

  She paused for a second, and hesitated. Part of him expected her to throw him out of her house.

  “I want you to fuck me, Brant, please.”

  Damn, he hadn’t expected that. His already hard cock was threatening to burst through his jeans. Grabbing her face, he tugged her close, and slammed his lips down on hers, kissing her. He didn’t wait long before sliding his tongue across her lips then plundering her mouth, tasting her.

  Her nails sank into the flesh of his shoulders, but he didn’t care. Brant wanted her touch, craved her hands all over his body giving him all the pleasure he wanted.

  “Please,” she said. He broke the kiss and started trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling on her pulse. Her nipples went even harder as he used his teeth, and she gasped out, begging a little more.

  Tugging the remains of her shirt to the floor, he chuckled as her hands yanked at the buckle of his belt. Her tits jiggled with each movement, and he couldn’t help but stare, and want her just a little bit more. What did he ever see in Kasey? She was nothing like Elisha, who was all curves, and ass and tits. Fuck, from the moment he’d first seen her, he’d been itching to get his hands on her, and that feeling had never gone away, not even now. He wanted her badly, so damn badly.

  He kicked away his jeans and went down on his knees before her. Brant didn’t have the patience to remove her jeans with his teeth, so with quick rough jerks, he had her naked, and his hands all over her. Gliding his hands up her thighs, he gripped her hips before moving back down to grab her panties. He didn’t peel these away nicely. He tugged them down, tearing the material in two as he did.

  “Hey,” she said, not sounding annoyed with him at all. In fact, she sounded breathless, and he loved that sound on her.

  “What’s the matter, baby?”

  Brant pressed a kiss to her stomach, glancing up at her.

  “You ruined my panties.”

  “I’ll buy you new ones.” Another kiss to her hip, and he grabbed her ass, tugging her a little closer. The curtains were still open, but unless someone actually came to the window and looked in, no one would see them. He didn’t believe he’d make it to the bedroom right now. Brant was desperate to get inside her, to plunge his stiff dick deep inside her tight little cunt. His mouth was watering, and he wanted a little taste. Just one little taste of heaven was all he needed.

  He opened her thighs and stared up at her. Her pussy was completely bare, and he saw how damn aroused she was. Her cream slicked the lips of her pussy.

  “Well, Elisha, you’re full of surprises.”

  Unable to resist, he opened the lips of her pussy, and slid his tongue across her clit. She was so sweet that he had to have another taste.

  “Open your legs wider,” he said.

  She did as he asked without argument, which also surprised him. There was a fire inside Elisha, and a passion that she covered with her obsessive cleaning. He was going to mess her all up, and show her that being just a little dirty could be a good thing.

  Sliding his tongue down from her clit, he pressed into her pussy, and her cream exploded on his tongue. He drank her up, moving up to circle her nub and tease her some more. Her pussy wa
s the tastiest he’d ever eaten, and he didn’t like giving oral.

  Kasey had kept trying to get him to do it, but he just wasn’t interested. With Elisha, he’d gladly eat her pussy out for hours.

  “Feels so good.” She slapped her hand against the wall, gasping as he sucked her clit deep into his mouth, sawing the bud between his teeth. “Oh my, yes, fuck, so good.”

  Pulling away, Brant got to his feet, and closed the curtains.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m not risking someone coming to your door, and seeing what I’m about to do to you.” He walked back toward her, grabbed her hand, and led her toward her coffee table.

  “You want me to lie down on my coffee table, where I serve coffee.”

  “Every time you look at it, you’ll be remembering how I sucked your pussy, and fucked you so you were screaming my name on this very table.” Before she had a chance to argue with him, he helped her lie down on the table. She gasped as the cold wood hit her back. The surface was super smooth, so there was no risk of her getting hurt while he brought her to orgasm.

  He positioned her feet and grabbed her hips, tugging her to the very edge of the table. The lips of her pussy were slightly open, revealing her cunt and clit. Sliding his fingers across her bud, he moved down, watching as she took him deep inside her body. She took him, and boy, was she fucking tight. He was going to have to get her nice and wet just so that she could take him. Brant wasn’t a small man. He was big, and some women had complained how big he actually was. He’d make sure that she was wet and ready for him before he tried to take her. If he had to make her come multiple times, he would. Brant needed her to enjoy this, to yearn for his touch, and to come begging for more.

  Adding a second finger into her cunt, he groaned at how damn tight she was. “You’ve not had a lot of cock, have you?”

  “Do you always talk dirty?”

  “You better believe it. There’s only one way to talk during sex.” Pulling his fingers out of her pussy, he held them up for her to see. “Sex is supposed to be messy, baby. If it’s not messy, and you’re not screaming, you’re not doing it right.”

  Licking her cream from his fingers, he watched her reaction. She looked slightly dazed, and her cheeks were flushed.

  Pressing his thumb to her clit, he slid it from side to side, watching as her orgasm started to build. “You didn’t answer my question.”