Punished by My Neighbor 4-Book Box Set

Author:Emilee Brown [Brown, Emilee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BDSM, Erotic Fiction, Interracial, Romance, Short Stories (Single Author)
Amazon: B00X8ABCTW
Publisher: Ebony Dominatrix True Tales
Published: 2015-05-04T23:00:00+00:00

Boxes Everywhere

I hauled the box full of books out of the trunk of my car, balancing it on a hip to get a better grip.

“You look like you could use a little help with that,” a man said, standing behind me. His voice was husky and gruff, and he sounded like he stood entirely too close.

I turned to face him, and my box slammed against his chest--he was entirely too close. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in, his tight black t-shirt clung to his well defined muscles, and droplets of water fell from his wet blond hair. He smelled like he’d just come out of a shower. I noticed the insignia of the local fire station emblazoned on his t-shirt and wondered if he was a fireman.

He reached his arms around my box, his hand brushing against my breast in a manner that didn’t feel entirely accidental. Then again the girls are often quite in the way, so it was hard to say for sure. But whether it was intentional or not, the brief brush of his hand against my flesh sent a thrill racing up my spine.

“I’ve got it,” he said, his thick, throaty voice wrapping around me like a blanket. I admired his milky white skin against the maple colored cardboard.

“Thank you,” I demurred.

His gaze dropped to the deep v of my t-shirt and he smiled appreciatively before meeting my eye again. “My pleasure,” he replied.

I grabbed another--lighter--box from the passenger seat and led him up the four flights of stairs to my new studio apartment. He followed me in, waiting for direction on where to put his box. I enjoyed making him wait--he’d shown no strain from hauling the heavy box up the stairs for me. The man clearly had stamina.

“You can just put that anywhere,” I said at last. He nodded, letting his gaze trace over the curve of my hips. I felt a little self-conscious under his scrutiny, especially since I wore my grubbiest clothes for the labor of moving, but everything about his gaze said that he approved of what he saw. “Can I get you a drink?”

He grinned, revealing perfectly straight teeth. “Tell you what,” he said. “Why don’t you make up a pitcher of sweet tea and I’ll get my buddies to help me bring up the rest of your stuff.”

Anything sounded better than climbing those endless stairs with all my crap, even if my sweet tea making skills were... not great. I hoped they’d be so hot from climbing all those stairs all they’d really notice was that it was cold and nodded in agreement.

He sauntered from the room, giving me ample time to admire his ass in those jeans that suited him perfectly, and I rummaged through the box on the kitchen counter, looking for supplies to make tea. But, though the box was kitchen stuff, it was mostly pots. Instead, I decided to resort to the universal “thanks for helping me move” and ordered pizza on my phone.

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