The Neighbor Next Door: A Forbidden Romance by Cassandra Dee

Author:Cassandra Dee [Dee, Cassandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub

10

Janie

I expected it to hurt afterwards, once I wasn’t so caught up in the moment. But all I feel is a mild discomfort, and a memory that I hope will stay with me for the rest of my life. Because oh god, it was so good. Dirty and wrong, but at the same time, so impossibly amazing.

I’m thinking about this as I lay against Trent’s chest as we catch our breaths. His arms are folded around me and I can feel his heart beat slow and heavy beneath my cheek. Reality is incredible. Because what did I do to deserve this handsome man? I fight the urge to pinch myself awake.

And languorously, the massive male stirs.

“Are you okay?” comes Trent’s deep, gentle voice from above my head as it resonates in his chest. He can’t see me smiling and I feel him tense up. “Janie?” he continues. I look up at him and find his blue eyes, clouded with worry.

“Yes, I’m okay,” I answer. I see his eyes crease with relief. Creases that tell of our age difference, but also creases that I find incredibly attractive.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, smoothing the hair from my forehead. I shake my head, still smiling.

“No, it was incredible,” is my soft admission. “Although, um, I - I would still like you to take my virginity?” I ask timidly. “You know, the other way.” This is ridiculous. I wonder how I can still feel shy about him fucking me in the pussy after what I just let him do. But so be it. Trent averts his gaze and holds me closer.

“Maybe someday,” he says thoughtfully. My eyes are startled. What? What does that mean? What guy only does you in the ass, and not the pussy? That’s strange. But I let him cradle me because there are so many questions running through my head.

“Trent,” I say softly, craning my head to look up at him. “Are you really twice my age?”

His growl confirms this.

“Where were you living before you moved here?” He doesn’t answer, but I’m feeling brave, so I sit up on my elbow and look up at his face, with that strong jaw line and serious eyes. “What do you do?” I try again.

He meets my eyes and smiles finally.

“I’m a gardener,” he says lightly. I smile and he looks confused.

“What?” he asks suspiciously.

“Nothing. I like it,” I answer.

“You like that I’m a gardener? Why?” he asks, still a little defensive.

I shrug, my boobs bouncing a little with the movement.

“I appreciate hard, honest work, I guess. I think it’s hot that you work with your hands,” I add.

Trent looks surprised.

“Really?” he asks skeptically. “Most girls want white-collar guys like bankers and lawyers, that sort of thing. What’s wrong with you, kid?” he growls gently, and I enjoy the little spark I see in his eyes.

I shrug again.

“I guess I understand it,” are my words. “Because I love food preparation. Making a meal. Baking, pan-frying, kneading dough, all that good stuff.

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