Free The Man Next Door by Vanessa Devereaux Page A

stroking my clit to get me this slick and ready for him.
    “Plants obviously turn you on. I’ll have to remember that.”
    Jon licked my shoulder blade while thrusting his finger gently inside me. I spread my legs apart farther, raised my bottom up to him, leaned over slightly, and placed my hands on the windowsill, bracing for what was to come.
    I was watching my neighbor wipe sweat off his chest as Jon’s cock slid into me. I almost moaned. I’d be thinking how big and long the guy next door’s cock was and how long it would take him to send me over the edge.
    Jon placed both of his hands on my breasts as he started to thrust. I lifted my bottom up even higher as Jon slid his hands to my hips. He thrust harder, his thighs slapping into my butt.
    I looked out the window as I gripped its sill tighter, hoping the guy hadn’t headed indoors. Nope, he was now sitting in a chair with his legs wide apart. I licked my lips, focusing on his crotch. There was quite the bulge there. I took a guess he was a big boy where it mattered the most. I pretended it was his cock and not Jon’s that was now deep inside me. I did moan this time.
    Role-playing was all it took for me to climax. I’ve never used fantasy during sex so I was pleasantly surprised just how well it worked. It was a great orgasm. My pussy quivered. My legs shook and I held on to the sill as I sensed Jon was on the brink of ecstasy too. He held me close and kissed the back of my neck as he found his release.
    “Jeez,” he said, sliding out of me. “Your pussy really gripped my cock today. That was great.”
    I turned around and threw my arms around him.
    In a way, my fantastic orgasm hadn’t been caused by Jon. I started to feel guilty about what I’d just done.
    “I had a mind-blowing orgasm.”
    “Um, so maybe we should do it this way all the time now.”
    “Maybe.”
    “I’d love to give you another one, but I gotta go. However, I have three surprises for you.”
    “What—”
    He put his finger on my lips.
    “I’ll phone you from New York and tell you about the first one.”
    He kissed me good-bye.
    “I’m going to miss you,” I said.
    “I’ll miss you too, but it’s only for a week. You be good, okay? Don’t work too hard in the garden.”
    He walked over to the chair, grabbed his clothes, put them on, and walked out the door.
    I should have followed him, waved good-bye to him when his car made its way down the road, but I didn’t.
    I turned back to the window.
    Maybe I’d head outside and do some gardening today.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Monday I had a bad day. First of all my car wouldn’t start, and then when I got to work my first client canceled our appointment. And it was sweltering hot again.
    “Jon gone to New York this week?” asked one of my coworkers.
    “Yep, he should be halfway there by now.”
    “So what are you getting up to while he’s gone?”
    “I thought I’d go home and do some gardening.”
    I didn’t feel like eating when I got home so I headed upstairs, changed into my sundress, and was putting away my work clothes when the phone rang.
    I walked over to it, plonked myself down on the bed, and picked it up.
    “Hello.”
    “Is this the sexiest girl in the world?”
    It was Jon.
    “I arrived safely in New York and I’ve just got to my hotel room so I thought I’d call you and tell you about your first surprise.”
    “Okay, I’m listening.”
    “Open up the top drawer of your bedside table.”
    I leaned over and did as he said.
    “Okay, done that.”
    “Underneath your assortment of your many naughty books, you’ll find a box. Take it out.”
    Now I was intrigued. I lifted my books and, sure enough, there was a box stashed underneath. When had he placed it there? Must have been yesterday while I was in the shower.
    “Okay, I’ve got the box.”
    “Open it up.”
    I lifted the lid and saw it was a vibrator called Mr. Big.
    “Mr. Big.”
    “Yep, he’s going to stand in