Naughty Neighbor - Lauren Runow Page 0,51
space,” I say. When I feel him pulling away, I grip his back and push my body into him, letting him know I like him exactly where he is. “That said, I really like you invading my space.”
His mouth leans down to my ear and neck, showing me just how appreciative he is for this physical connection.
I lean up to look at the clock, noticing it’s almost eight. It’s early for me, but I remember him saying something about having to be up at six for work. I guess that’s what we get for staying up way later than we should have, but after we had sex, we sat and talked for hours before having sex again. It was the best night I’d had in a long time, and the sex was the cherry on top.
“Are you going to be late?” I ask, concerned.
“My mom will understand.”
I look up at him in shock. “You are not going to tell your mom we slept together.”
He chuckles as he grabs his cell phone off the nightstand and starts texting. “Fine. I won’t tell her that or that we stayed up for hours, talking in bed before going for round two.” He winks at me. “How about I tell her we went on an amazing date last night and that I took you to breakfast? She won’t suspect anything since you live next door.”
“Okay, that works better,” I say, watching him punch in a message to Bobbi. “I’m surprised you’re willing to lie to her about breakfast.”
“I’m not lying. I still plan on feeding you. I make spectacular French toast.” He puts the cell phone down, comes up behind me and grabs my waist, pulling me into him.
“Or we can skip breakfast and use the time for something even better?” I wiggle my ass against him and love the sound he growls into my ear.
“You’re making it hard to leave this bed. How about you come to the flower shop with me today?”
I still. “You want me to come to work with you?”
“Yeah, it will be fun. I’ll teach you all the dirty little secrets of the flower business.”
A grin spreads across my face at the idea of spending the day with him. “I’m sure there’s a real dark web of the petal pushers.”
“You teasing me, Rivers?” He tickles my sides, and I laugh into him, only subsiding when he starts kissing my neck again as I run my hands down his torso.
“I have a confession to make. Rivers is a pen name.”
With a bent arm, he holds his head up as he lies on his side and asks, “What’s your real name?”
“Lacey Camille Wampo. I didn’t think Wampo was romantic enough for a writer, and Rivers sounded so beautiful. And if I’m being completely honest, I kinda like having my own name. Something that’s not associated with my father or my mother or anyone for that matter. I’m my own person. That must sound crazy to someone like you with strong family ties.”
“No.” He shakes his head slightly as he looks down with pursed lips. “It would be rude of me to assume anything about your feelings. I didn’t have your upbringing. You must think I’m crazy for giving up my dream to fulfill a family obligation.”
“Not at all. It’s admirable. That’s quite possibly my favorite thing about you. Which is why I would love to go to work with you today. You sure your parents won’t mind?”
“Nah, they’d love to have you. My mom hasn’t stopped talking about you since she met you the other day. You could bring your laptop, and if things get busy, you can sit in the back and write, so you’ll still get your words in.”
“Look at you, speaking author lingo.”
“I pay attention to what you say.” He moves a stray hair away from my face. “Sound good?”
“I think it sounds like the perfect way to spend the day.”
I pull the covers off and hop out of bed, but he stops me short, reaching for me and sliding me underneath him.
“Okay, I was wrong. That was a good idea you had before.”
I laugh out loud as his lips crash into mine, instantly making me lust for him and what his body can do to me.
“Lacey, I’m so glad you decided to spend the day with us. So, tell me, are you making one of your characters a florist? Perhaps a woman named Bobbi with age-defying beauty and business savvy, who takes the city by storm?”
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