That Man Next Door

by Nadia Lee

I don’t know what happened to Murphy to get a law named after him, but after today I’m pretty sure I deserve one, too. Jan’s Law. When you think things are going to be okay, shit goes down the toilet so fast you can’t escape the funnel of poop before you hit raw sewage.

Facing away from the window, he’s topless…and I have to say, I wouldn’t complain if he showed a little more skin. His shoulders are broad and neatly muscled, and his torso tapers to a narrow waist and pelvis. His lats and traps are lean and well-defined, and a man who has a back like that always has an incredible body all over. A pair of threadbare jeans hugs his ass—and what a glorious ass it is. “Damn,” I mutter.

My mouth dries, all the thoughts in my head leaking out through my ears. Or at least that’s how it feels. And my knees get jigglier than ThaMaNDo’s belly. The yummy man has the most perfect face, one I ran my lips all over. Thick black hair brushes his high and wide forehead, and a slight slant of straight eyebrows makes him appear serious yet slightly wicked at the same time. The deep-set eyes underneath are the most piercing blue. The blade of his nose is thin and straight, cheekbones model-high and his mouth… Oh my God! That mouth. It whispered wicked things, nibbled and licked and kissed me until I felt like my whole body was about to burst into flame even as the flesh between my legs grew embarrassingly wet.

He has beautiful white teeth and the cutest dimple when he smiles. Just thinking about his facial architecture makes a sigh well up in my chest.

“You’re the only girl I know who’s managed to keep her hymen intact after five one-night stands.”

I scootch over a bit and use my compact mirror to spy on them, making sure it doesn’t flash. Matt’s smiling, showing that adorable dimple. I bite my lower lip to contain a small whimper. My body remembers what he did right after he flashed that wicked smile and dimple on Friday. Unfulfilled need thrums in my blood, and it’s all I can do to squat still.

“I can’t believe you asked him those questions!” “I was trying to help you out. He’s too fine a specimen to bail out on. Now that he’s proven to be intelligent, healthy and available—and without children—you can try one more time. You can even date him if he’s good in the sack…and I bet he is.”

I bet he is too...

“I expect you to make me your maid of honor. I totally have a feeling about you two.”

Sammi nods. “Multiple helpings are always convenient, especially when it’s next door.” “Like a buffet,” Michelle says. “Exactly. An ‘all you can fuck’ neighbor.”

The next morning I get up an hour early. And to make sure I don’t run into Matt, I move fast. After a quick shower, I apply some makeup and pull my flaming red hair into a tight bun. I wish I had black hair like Sammi, but there’s nothing to be done about it. To disguise my face further, I even put on a pair of Clark Kent glasses I borrowed from Michelle. I’m not naïve enough to believe they can fool Matt into believing I’m someone I’m not—that only works in comic books—but he probably won’t be able to tell who I am from a distance.

OMG, if he looks like Dick and she looks like Babs...

–Loretta: Fresh donut alert! I raise my eyebrows. –Jan: What’s the occasion? –Loretta: A new hire. Wow. He’s hot. Hope he’s not taken or gay. The good ones are never available.

About halfway there, I spot a dark-haired guy in a well-fitted navy pinstriped suit with a box of donuts. Must be the new hire Loretta was talking about. I can see why she went on about him in such an admiring way. The clothes fit his broad shoulders and lean torso perfectly, and although the jacket hides his butt from view, it’s obvious from the way his slacks skim over the lean lines of his legs that he has one extraordinary ass.

I just bet he does... 😏🍑

I stop so abruptly that I almost spill the coffee on my hand. I must be hallucinating because there’s no way Matt, a.k.a. One-Night Stand Number Five, can be seated here. To clear my vision, I blink a few times. But nope. He’s still in front of me, in one of the two chairs reserved for visitors. Unlike before, he’s in a suit—a navy pinstriped suit. There’s a box of donuts, and… “Oh, great,” David says perkily. “Jan, meet Matt Aston. He’s our new in-house counsel.”

Holy mother of God! Number Five is the new hire? What the hell am I going to do? Is there anything I can do?

My cousin gives me a look that says, “I don’t get women,” while Matt’s studying me. I avoid looking at him, even though I can feel the weight of his gaze skimming over me from top to bottom, then back up, leaving my body hyperaware. But keeping my eyes off him doesn’t insulate me from his aftershave, which smells expensive and incredibly sexy. He had the same scent mingled with a hint of musky male and soap when we first met. Warmth unfurls in my belly. Why does he have to smell so divine? I stay rigid so I don’t squirm. Stick to the plan, I tell myself while adjusting my glasses.

Wishing I had Michelle’s acting skills, I shake his hand. His palm is dry and warm, and he pumps firmly and confidently, just like the way he moved… My cheeks heat. Stop thinking about that night! A corner of his lips lifts for a second. Wait. Did he just smirk? Before I can process what it means, Matt offers me a donut. There are still plenty left in the box. I grab a glazed one with chocolate filling because if I’m going to suffer through this, a treat is the least I deserve. “Thanks,” I say. “My pleasure.” I raise an eyebrow and peer at him over the rim of my glasses. Did I imagine it, or was there that satisfied kitten-like purr to his tone?

Michelle and I do yoga there four times a week, and Sammi never bothers since she’s already in such great shape.

So Jan is flexible then. Handy...

I’m sure Matt doesn’t lack for fuck buddies if that’s what he wants. Look how easily he got me into his hotel room, and I’m probably the only one from that encounter fretting about… You know, I don’t even know exactly what I’m worried about regarding that particular incident. And that only makes me more annoyed. It annoys me I didn’t just go all the way like I should have, because I lost my chance with Matt. It annoys me that I can’t seem to want a relationship. And it annoys me I can’t take sex casually, like so many women do.

But sex to me isn’t just sex. It’s a risk. A risk that I may become infatuated. A risk that I might do something stupid, like get pregnant with the wrong guy’s baby. A risk that I might end up hurting the people who matter the most. Just like my mom.

“Hi, Jan.” I choke, then sputter. Half the water in my mouth ends up on my shirt, making it stick to my chest. A big, warm hand pats my back gently, making my sweat-misted skin prickle deliciously even through my workout shirt. “You okay?” Matt peers at me.

His black hair is spiked with sweat, and his skin is damp. The Nike workout shirt and shorts he’s wearing cling to the well-defined muscles underneath. What a waste that I can’t see his bare abs. They are stunning—hard and ridged. I ran my fingertips all over them, marveling at their magnificence.

He tilts his head, his gaze sharp as he takes in my features. I flush under the scrutiny and wipe my face again, trying to hide behind the towel. “Gosh, I’m so hot and sweaty.” The second I blurt it out, I could almost kill myself. Why don’t I just add, “Gosh, I’m horny and wet too,” while I’m at it?

“I should shower.” I gesture at the locker room. “I’ve got dinner plans.” His stare grows more intense—or am I just imagining things because I’m getting tenser and tenser the longer we talk? A small muscle in his jaw ticks before he finally says, “A date?” “Yes. Most definitely,” I say quickly. “Today is Mexican Monday with the girls.” A smile quirks his lips. “I thought that was supposed to be Taco Tuesday.”

I bolt to the women’s locker room before he can say anything else and rush through the shower. I need to join a local gym, not to ogle men, but for my own sanity. I should’ve known he’d be at the gym. He didn’t get that body from writing legal briefs! Although he might’ve gotten his forearms that way. Girl, you should’ve licked them when you had the chance, my most definitely worthless mind whispers.

I leave the gym, the glasses back on, my gaze straight, looking forward. Okay, not that forward. I surreptitiously glance around for Matt, and I see him finishing benching with David, pumping some serious poundage from the number of plates on each side of the barbell. I’m not the only woman who’s checking him out. He lifts his head as though he feels my gaze, and our eyes meet. My mouth dries, my cheeks going red again.

“You’ve done everything in your power to pick a man you’ll never run into again, yet the universe is throwing him at you every chance it gets. So have you considered the possibility that maybe you should just screw him senseless and be done with it?” Sammi says.

“He played football?” That’s news to me. David said they went to Harvard together. On the other hand, that explains the extra broad shoulders and ultra-sexy physique.

Sighing, I stare at the dark ceiling. I may be a virgin, but I’m not ignorant. I know when I’m horny and want an orgasm. I haven’t done anything to get myself off since leaving Matt’s hotel room, and he did an excellent job of getting me hot and bothered today.

Pulling me closer, he slanted his mouth over mine, dominating me, overwhelming my senses. His tongue swept inside, thrusting as though it had every right to be there, and I moaned softly at the way he took charge. I’ve never met a man who was so confident, so knowing. It was addictive and heady, and my blood grew hot in my veins.

He ran his hands all over my body, as though he couldn’t wait to feel every smooth inch. Every time another piece of clothing came off, he groaned in approval. I’ve never felt more desirable than I did standing before him in nothing but my black lacy bra, the matching thong that’s barely there, and strappy stiletto heels. He placed his mouth back on mine, cupped my breast as though he wanted to learn how it felt in his big callused hand, then trapped the nipple between two fingers through the lace and tugged until the sharp pleasure pulsed through me and ended in my pussy, leaving me wet and needy. And only when I begged did he slip his clever, clever fingers under the tiny strip of my thong and toy with my swollen clit.

When he pinched my nipple hard, the slight pain/pleasure pushed me over the edge. I came, screaming against his lips, shaking in his arms. He’d gotten me off with just his fingers.

I was greedy for more. I wanted—no, needed—to know what he was like, how he would sound when he came. Slowly, I rose to my knees, my eyes on his and my palms against his sides, and pulled his cock into my mouth. He was so, so big and much thicker than the two fingers. My lips stretched tightly around the throbbing shaft. I loved the feel of the smooth, hard flesh inside me, and the way his salty precum slickened my tongue. The noise rumbling deep in his chest turned me on so fast, so hot, it was like I’d never even climaxed.

“I’m going to come,” he warned, his voice guttural. I didn’t let him go. Instead I tightened my grip on him and sucked even harder. I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel, and I was drunk on his pleasure and mine.

I stare. How can Matt be here? And how can he look so damn good in just a simple white shirt and jeans? The shirt clings to his muscled chest and flat, hard stomach. My gutter mind thinks back on what happened last time we were alone in that room…and how I came twice just reminiscing about it. I run my tongue over my lower lip before I catch myself.

A breath shudders out of me, and I shiver. The skin where he touches is searing, and it feels a hundred times better than the memory. “Matt… Um…” I have no idea what I’m going to say. I mean…what do you say in a situation like this? “I’m going to kiss you, Jan.” He tilts my head, his dipping lower until our breaths mingle. “If you want me to stop, tell me now.” Heat unfurls inside my belly. My heart beats once. Twice.

He pulls me close, his hand at the small of my back, a palm cupping my cheek. His mouth descends over mine. I brace myself. I don’t say no—I can’t, and I don’t know what kind of kiss I’m going to get from him after getting busted for giving him a fake name, sneaking around and avoiding him, and now the ridiculous thing over his sister. But his lips are lush over mine, tender and exploratory. I shake with relief and heat, kissing him back. I part my mouth and let my tongue glide across his. He tastes better than I remember with a hint of wine, lust and all him.

He tunnels a hand into my unbound hair and tugs. The slight pain heightens my pleasure, and I’m slick between my legs, my muscles tense in anticipation.

“I don’t know how you thought I wouldn’t recognize you,” he murmurs against my swollen lips. “Your scent, your eyes, your voice—everything about you is the same and turns me on like nothing else.” He nuzzles my neck. “Be...

“When you were on your knees, looking gorgeous with your pink cheeks hollowed, lips tight around my cock…and when you pulled me harder and deeper into you when I said I was about to come… Do you have any idea how much I wanted to spread you open and eat you out? Make you come until you couldn’t even remember your own name?”

I exhale softly at the scorching picture he’s drawing with his words. My panties are totally soaked through. I bite my lower lip, but a needy whimper rises anyway. My face heats as his searing blue gaze bores into mine. “I’m going to do exactly that right now,” he says, his voice deeper and guttural with lust. “There are people downstairs.” It doesn’t quite come out like a protest the way I expected it to. Instead it sounds like I’m pointing out an obstacle he ought to take care of before we begin, so we can avoid cunnilingus interruptus.

“I locked the door when I came in, and you’ll just have to be quiet. But not too quiet…I want to hear you.” He tilts my head for another kiss, this time more dominating and masterful. I cling to him, heat rolling through me. I’ve never really cared for men going down on me. Most of the time it feels perfunctory, like they’re doing it so they can stick their dick ins...

His hand closes around my breast, and I moan. He seems to know exactly how much to squeeze, how I want my nipple played with. His thumb feels amazing through my shirt and bra, and I arch into his touch.

He caresses the taut skin on my thigh and puts a hand on my hip. Unbearably aroused, I rock against him, cradling his thick, throbbing erection against my body and loving it. He laughs, the wicked sound inflaming my nerve endings. I ache deep inside. It’s so intense, it’s almost painful. “Please, Matt,” I whisper. “Please, please, please.”

His eyes grow darker, and he shoves my pants and panties out of the way. I kick them off, not caring where they land. All that matters is him—and me—and this crazy heat between us. He pushes me backward until my bare butt’s propped against the huge desk. I brace myself on my palms, so I can watch what he’s doing. Placing his hands on my k...

The frank admiration in his gaze burns away my embarrassment. My ragged breathing sounds so loud in the room. He dips his fingers between my slick folds, then pulls out and licks them clean. “So tasty. To think I almost didn’t take you with me that night…” “Why ...

Still… A tiny sliver of sanity tells me to take a step back. But its voice is snuffed when Matt positions his head between my legs, spreads me with his fingers and licks me with the flat of his tongue as though I were the sweetest ice cream. The touch is electrifying. White-hot bliss streaks from my core all the way to my fingertips and toes.

My head falls back, a moan building deep in my throat. He devours me with everything he has, his lips, tongue and just the tiniest bit of teeth to add a hint of pain that only serves to heighten my senses. He wasn’t just talking when he said he’d eat me out. Lush pleasure blooms within me, and I’m already so, so close. My chest rises and falls in rapid, uneven staccato beats.

He sucks my clit hard into his mouth while pushing two thick fingers into me. I cry out softly at the sudden invasion, then I’m lost as he curls them and bumps into the über-sensitive spot inside me. I move my hips, grinding like a shameless hussy against his face. Soft, d...

A forceful orgasm ravages me, and I can tell I’m going to be hoarse from the silent scream lodged in my throat. My lungs are heaving, but Matt’s not finished as he spreads me wider, more vulnerable. He adds another finger and pushes as deep as he can. It feels unbelievable to be stretched to the limit, to experience the relentless throbbing and need coursin...

He wrings another mind-shattering orgasm out of me. My body isn’t mine to control, back arching, toes curling and my whole frame shaking…then...