Free Naughty Neighbors by Destiny Blaine

demanding of her the type of things that would damn near scare her to death.
    Sure, she’d flaunted those toys around like she might have known how to use them but she didn’t. Before the night began, she wouldn’t have dreamed of playing with these kinky items alone, much less with an audience or willing participant.
    At the thought, she gulped.
    She’d heard of voyeurs. She’d even studied exhibitionists. Was he the first? Was she the latter? Did stripping off in an effort to entice one’s neighbor make the person an exhibitionist?
    She balked at the idea, swaying now as her mind became overloaded with illicit notions and images of unsettling acts. Was she really so determined to have sex with this man that she had stripped off her shirt, closed her eyes, and waited as he’d asked?
    Come to think of it, he hadn’t told her to close her eyes. No, she’d reached that decision on her own. And why? Was it because she didn’t want to acknowledge the truth? Was she just plain terrified by the idea of sleeping with another man when only one person had held the keys to her heart, only one man had crawled all over her in her bed?
    Jerking at once, she grabbed hold of the banister for balance. Simultaneously, his hand slapped over her wrist and her eyes opened.
    “I’m rather surprised, Kara,” he said, moistening his lips and staring at her breasts. “You almost outlasted me.”
    His heated look was a tell-all sign. She’d heard of looks like these, had even been on the receiving end of a few of Kemper’s, but the certainty she discovered in Zak’s gaze was as damning as it was telling. A smooth operator, Zak had taken her by the hand and led her right into the fire. The heat in his touch wouldn’t just melt butter—a term Maggie often used in her books—oh no. This dude’s level of hotness would fry the bubbling oil right off the doggone skillet.
    “If I stay, we play by my rules.”
    “Okay.” She might as well agree. His intense stare nearly drove her to orgasm. She could only imagine the pleasure he would bring with his lips, his tongue, or... Good Lord in heaven above...no, she wouldn’t think any lower than his neck. She couldn’t. She was already having a tough enough time with the simple task of standing.
    “Okay then. What’d you say we go ahead and get started?”

Eleven
     
    A man’s first mistake with a woman was when he underestimated her power, her insatiable drive to even the score. His second? Being foolish enough to actually think she believed everything he ever told her, even when she possessed solid evidence to the contrary.
    The flipside of that coin wasn’t polished with any special cloth. It didn’t carry a more pristine shine, but very often there was a rebound guy. The man there to pick up the pieces, the rebounder was a fellow who tried to make a quick move and take over where one fellow had just left off, and he often made a detrimental error from the start. He frequently underestimated the woman’s level of need, not so much her love, but that profound, unsettling urge her former lover had established prior to vacating the premises.
    Zak wasn’t trying to take the place of the man who left Kara alone before charging for the altar. Somewhere deep in his soul, he suspected Kemper would soon return for Kara, to reclaim his position in her life and in her bed.
    Zak had ambition. He planned to make it mighty difficult on Kemper Kapertone if he ever came back for the woman he shouldn’t have left behind. His goal was simple. He’d instill in her a longing that no one else could imitate, let alone replace.
    Staring down at the lovely beauty stretching her arms high above her head, he allowed himself to dream again. Could Kara be his last real chance at happiness? He certainly believed he could love her. He’d halfway taken that ultimate tumble when he first set eyes on her.
    He secured her legs, never tearing his gaze away from her as he carefully tied her ankles to the