Inked: A Bad Boy Next Door Romance

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to finally surrender, I close my eyes and wait, my breathing ragged.
    A second later, Zane lets out a mocking laugh and I pop them back open.
    “Sorry peaches, but I gotta go,” he says, releasing me and stepping away.
    I gasp as fury twists the insides of my stomach. The bastard just made a fool out of me!
    “If you want to take me up on my offer, you know where to find me,” he says in parting. As he walks off, he’s wearing a cocky smile that says, Payback is a bitch.
    In anger, I watch him walk over to his place and disappear inside, leaving me feeling sexually frustrated. Again.

Chapter Eight
Zane
    I lean my head into the spray of hot water and run my hands through my hair. The water feels good, but it’s not doing a damn thing for this erection Maddy left me with. I rinse my body, feeling a million times better now that I have the sweat of the day off of me. I got in the shower as soon as I was done helping her loosen up some. But fuck, what I need is definitely not a shower.
    I almost have Maddy where I want her. She was so close. But she would have regretted anything I’d done to her. I know she would have.
    And that’s something I don’t want. She’s gonna be right next door to me. She can’t get away from me, but I also can’t get away from her.
    It’ll be nice once I finally get her impaled on my dick, but I need to make sure she’s gonna be happy about it afterward. I have to admit, it felt fucking good teasing her, too. It felt real good, knowing she wanted me and leaving her to suffer with her little pussy in need. My dick jumps with the need to satisfy that itch for her.
    My sweet little peach is too fucking stubborn. I know she wants this. But something’s holding her back.
    'Cause I’m a bad man. And she’s too fucking good for me.
    Anger rises up as I have the thought.
    Maybe that’s true, but she still wants me. And I can give her the release she desperately needs.
    I walk out of the shower and feel the hot steam that’s filled the room. I grab a towel and pat down my face and dry off my hair. I’m too fucking hot. I almost move the towel to my waist to cover myself out of habit.
    But then I remember that she’s right there.
    Maddy’s condo is parallel to mine. Our bathrooms are right across from one another. I’m sure she could see me from her bedroom, too. I lift the blinds and open the window. There’s a few feet between the buildings, so it’s possible that someone walking by could see, but it's real fucking unlikely.
    If my girl is in her room, I bet she could get a good look.
    I look down at my cock and stroke it a few times, I need it to look good. I lean against the wall and pump my cock until it’s hard as steel. I think about how her breasts felt pressed against my chest, those soft moans that spilled from her lips, and that’s all I fucking need.
    Shit, precum’s leaking out. It’s been weeks since I’ve had a release. I need one bad. If she’d just let me in I could be over there in a heartbeat and have both us cumming like we need to.
    I open the blinds and smile wide when I see her on her bed with a large ass textbook in her lap. Yes! I open the window as far as it’ll go, my thighs hitting the windowsill, and I smirk when I see her head turn to me from the corner of my eye. I pretend like I don’t see her though. As if I just open my window stark fucking naked all the time. She doesn’t know I don’t.
    Knowing how she’s trying to push me away, there’s no way she’d ever do this if she knew that I knew she was watching.
    Damn it’s hard keeping the cocky smile off my face. I turn to my side and stroke my dick once. I hear her little gasp, but I make sure I don’t look out the window. In my periphery I wait for her to get up and close the curtains, but she doesn’t.
    Fuck yeah, my girl likes what she sees.
    My forearm rests against the wall and my face is just barely showing in the window. Just enough to take a peek at her, but she can still see the

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