Chapter 1: The Heat Next Door
I’m Mia, a corporate lawyer who’s spent the last decade climbing the greasy pole of success in this godforsaken city. My days are a blur of contracts and courtrooms, but my nights? They’ve recently taken a turn into territory I never expected. It all started when Ethan moved into the apartment next door. Tall, rugged, with a smirk that could melt steel, he’s been the star of my late-night fantasies. Lying in bed, I can’t help but imagine his cock—hard, thick, and utterly forbidden—while my fingers slip beneath the sheets, leaving me wet and dripping with need.
Tonight, I’m in the hallway, juggling a stack of case files and a coffee that’s gone cold, when Ethan steps out of his place. He’s in a tight black tee, jeans slung low, and I swear the air crackles between us. I catch myself staring at the bulge in his pants, and my cheeks burn. Damn it, Mia, get a grip.
‘Rough day at the office, counselor?’ he drawls, leaning against his doorframe, that smirk playing on his lips. His voice is a low rumble, and it sends a shiver straight to my core.
‘Rough doesn’t even cover it,’ I shoot back, adjusting my files to hide the tremble in my hands. ‘You look like you’ve been lifting more than just weights. What’s your secret?’
He chuckles, stepping closer, and I can smell the faint musk of his cologne mixed with something primal. ‘Just keeping things... hard, Mia. You should try it sometime. Relieve some of that stress.’
My breath hitches. Is he flirting, or am I just projecting my horny daydreams onto this poor man? ‘Oh, I’ve got plenty of ways to relieve stress,’ I retort, my voice dripping with challenge. ‘But I’m not sure you could keep up.’
His eyes darken, and he closes the distance between us. My back hits the wall, the files forgotten as they slip to the floor. ‘Try me,’ he growls, his hand brushing my hip. My pussy clenches at the contact, and I’m already imagining him buried deep inside me, both of us sweating and panting.
‘You’re playing a dangerous game, Ethan,’ I warn, but my tone is all heat, no hesitation. I tilt my head up, our lips inches apart, and I can feel the tension ready to snap. ‘Think you can handle a woman who doesn’t back down?’
‘Oh, I’m counting on it,’ he murmurs, and then his mouth crashes into mine, hungry and demanding. My hands grip his shirt, pulling him closer as our bodies grind against the wall, the heat between us building to an inferno. I know where this is headed, and I’m more than ready for the explosion.
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