All Chapters of One Night With My Neighbor : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The straps slipped down my arms, and the soft fabric fell away. Cool air touched my boobs. Daniel’s gaze stayed on mine for a long second before it dropped lower. His breathing changed.“Mia,” he said, his voice low. He stepped forward and rested his hands on my waist. His thumbs brushed the soft skin just above my hips. “You are so beautiful.”I felt heat rise in my face, but I did not look away. I reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. My fingers worked slowly from the top. Each button opened under my touch until the shirt hung loose. I pushed it off his shoulders. His bare chest was warm under my palms. I traced the lines of muscle with my fingertips and felt him breathe in sharply.He leaned down and kissed me again. This kiss was deeper. His mouth moved against mine with slow hunger. One of his hands slid up my back while the other stayed at my waist, pulling me closer until my bare chest pressed against his skin. The warmth of him made my pulse race. I slid my arms around h

The rain had continued through most of the night, tapping softly against Maya’s window and making the room colder than usual. The sound had made it easy to fall asleep, but it had also made it almost impossible to get out of bed.Maya suddenly opened her eyes. She reached for her phone and checked the time. Her eyes widened. “7:45 AM?”She sat up immediately. “Oh my God. How did I sleep this much?”She threw the blanket aside and hurried out of bed. She had almost forgotten about the meeting until the thought of Adrian Cole came rushing back. Today, she was going to his company. Today, she was going to ask him to save her family.Maya rushed into the bathroom and took a quick shower. She did not spend much time choosing what to do with her hair or face because she knew she could not afford to waste time.After drying herself, she stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She looked tired. There were faint shadows beneath her eyes from the sleepless nights she had been

When my brother called on Monday morning, I was halfway through making breakfast.“Ella, I need a favor.”I stopped stirring my coffee and sighed. “That usually means you are about to ask for something annoying.”He laughed. “You know me too well.”“I have known you my whole life. Try me.”“My friend Leo needs somewhere to stay for a couple of months.”I stared at the phone. “Leo?”“Yes, Leo.”I knew exactly which Leo he meant. There were not many people my brother considered his best friend, and Leo had been around for years. I had seen him at birthdays, family dinners, weekend gatherings, and the occasional night when my brother had brought half his friends home after drinking. Leo was always polite to me. He was also always strangely careful around me.“How long is a couple of months?” I asked.“Two months, maybe less. He is looking for a flat, but his current place fell through.”I looked toward the spare room at the end of the hallway. It had been empty for almost a year, mostly

I swallowed and looked away. Leo had always been my brother's best friend. That fact suddenly felt heavier than it ever had before. He was not supposed to look at me like this, and I was definitely not supposed to wonder what it would feel like if he came any closer.“You should remember,” I said quietly.“I know.”“Then remember.”He gave a small smile. “Of course, I would always.”The problem was that he did not sound very convincing. He picked up his glass and walked away, leaving me standing in the kitchen with my thoughts racing. I told myself I was imagining the tension between us. Maybe Leo was simply comfortable with me now. Maybe I had read too much into his words.But when I went to bed that night, I could not stop thinking about him.The next morning, I found him making breakfast. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and jeans, and from the T-shirt, a few buttons at the top were undone, revealing his hot and masculine chest. He looked completely relaxed, as though he had not spen

Before I could pull it up, Leo moved. He caught my wrists gently but firmly and stopped me. “Ella, don’t,” he said. His voice was low and rough. “You are my best friend’s sister. We cannot do this.”I looked down without meaning to. The front of his trousers strained against a clear, hard outline. His cock had already risen. It pressed thick against the fabric, impossible to miss. Heat flooded my face. I opened my mouth, but no words came out.Leo’s eyes followed my gaze. He saw what I saw. A muscle jumped in his jaw. He stepped back fast, unlocked the door, and left the room without another word. The door closed hard behind him. I stood alone in the middle of my bedroom, arms still half-raised, heart pounding.I needed him. My body ached with it. I had no idea what to do next. For a long minute I simply stared at the closed door. Then I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to slow my breathing. The memory of his hard cock under the cloth would not leave me. It had twitched once while