Her Grumpy Neighbor Until Halloween by Eve Pendle

Author:Eve Pendle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Eve Pendle

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Kit Morton: 7:30 for dinner.

Kit Morton: 6:27 for your back against the wall, my hands gripping your thigh and your waist, fucking into you hard, as our mouths meet in hot, wet kisses. You coming on my dick.

Then dinner.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

He told himself he wasn’t watching the clock, but his gaze flicked between the digital display on the oven, the clock on the wall and his iPad, just as it had for the past two days as they’d played out this little ritual. And his heart hammered just as hard as the time drew near.

He wanted her. He wanted to give her whatever she needed, and if stringless sex was it, he’d do that.

He was an arsehole to be taking advantage of this situation. The one concession he’d made was that he wouldn’t allow any inkling that his hospitality was contingent on their having sex. In that way, he could manage to be enough of a decent human.

He’d made the times specific to emphasise that. 6:27. A little earlier to give more time this evening.

He was relatively certain she was around the corner, her phone in hand, waiting for the exact second the time changed from 6:26 to 6:27. There was no way she’d been so exactly on time the past two days otherwise. Pride couldn’t allow him to attempt to look and see her, so he wiped the countertops and checked the kitchen. Perfect. Spotless. Everything was ready.

He watched the numbers on the iPad lock screen flip to 6:27 and raised his gaze to the sliding doors, his breath caught in his throat.

Seconds ticked by.

She’d be here. She wanted this too…

More seconds.

Didn’t she?

Something crackled in the oven and Kit jumped.

Fuck. He had to get a grip of himself. There was still time. She’d arrive, that amazing, alluring smile on her lips.

He dragged a hand down his face. When he looked back up at the sliding door, there was a robin pecking forlornly on the empty bird table outside, but no Ellen. And the clock had changed to 6:28.

He’d miscalculated spectacularly.

He blew out the breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding.

The pain in his chest was disproportional, he knew that. He’d see her at half past seven, and they’d have a stilted evening. He wouldn’t make things weird. Looking forward to seeing her all day as he’d cooked, the adrenaline back in his veins and his synapses firing like popcorn, had made him feel alive for the first time in years. But that wasn’t her problem. He’d find some other reason to carry on.

The reason wouldn’t be, loving her.

Fuck.

He slumped forward, elbows on the countertop, head in his hands.

Fuck-fuck-fuck.

He was falling in love with Ellen Harris, and she’d just ended their… whatever this was. He’d respect that. To retain his sanity, he’d order her heating oil, then it would just be a few more days and she wouldn’t have to come over. He’d hoped it would last longer. Part of him had hoped by the time she didn’t need to come over to his house, she’d want to without a reason.

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