I took her into my bedroom and kicked the door closed with my foot. Lisa wriggled out of my arms and pushed me into the armchair before climbing on top of me, straddling me.
“Give me your phone.”
She opened a music-streaming app, and Bruno Mars’ “Versace on the Floor” started to play. Lisa wrapped her arms around my neck and began to dance. Her hips rose and fell as she gyrated to the rhythm. Her hair whipped me in the face as she slowly swung her head side to side.
My heart was racing, and I thought I might have been having a heart attack. Every one of my senses was heightened. Lisa leaned forward, and her tongue darted out and licked my lips. I leaned forward to join our mouths, and she backed away, smiling. My almost off-limits neighbor was teasing me. I reached for her hips, and she captured my wrists, placing them back on the armrests.
“No touching, sir. Don’t make me call security.” She grinned as she stood, still gyrating, and never breaking eye contact until she turned her back to me. Her hands moved to the nape of her neck, and she stretched her arms upward, taking her long hair with it until it dropped, cascading down her back. She slowly turned her head to look at me over her shoulder.
“Hey,” she called. “I said, no touching.”
She was referring to the fact that I had my pants open, and I was fisting my cock like my life was at stake.
“Lisa, I could cut glass with this thing.” I felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of my face. She crossed her arms, gave me a sexy smirk, and raised an eyebrow.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” I shook my head quickly.
“Then. No. Touching.”
I groaned, released myself, laced my fingers together, and put them behind my head. “You’re gonna pay for this later.”
“I hope so.” She grinned. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
Lisa continued to peel herself out of her clothes in time with the music until she was only wearing her bra and panties. They definitely weren’t the gray cotton ones she was wearing earlier. They were a dark purple matching set, made mostly of sheer lace. She sauntered over to me, turned her back, placed both her hands on the armrest, and lowered herself onto my lap, grazing my dick with her lace-covered ass.
My restraint snapped, and I wrapped one arm around her waist and one around her chest, slipping my fingers under the lace of her bra to find her nipple. My grip tightened, molding her onto my torso, and I pressed my lips to her shoulder. My hips jerked, pressing my erection onto her lace-clad bottom.
“I thought I told you no touching.” She moaned when I slipped two fingers under the elastic of her panties.
“You knew this was going to happen.” I ran my tongue across her shoulder blade.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stood and turned to face me. She kissed my lips and began to trail kisses down my body.
“The matching sexy underwear…”
“I told you I was taking a shower. Of course, I changed my underwear. Are they sexy?” She was on her knees between my thighs, tugging my pants down.
“They are.” I laced my fingers behind my head again, not wanting to risk doing anything to make her stop. “And you shaved.”
She paused and looked up at me through her lashes, grinning. “Okay. I might have suspected something like this would happen.” She shrugged and wrapped her hand around my shaft, moving it up and down in slow strokes. I groaned and leaned back. A memory flashed in my mind. Something Lisa told me about her ex-husband when she was cleaning the blood off of my face. I cradled her cheek in my palm.
“You know you don’t have to do this.”
“Of course, I know that.” She smiled at me. “That’s why I want to.” She stroked me again, making me shudder. “Now, shhh. Relax and don’t knee me in the face.”
When I first noticed Lisa Betancourt, she threatened me with a baseball bat.
To be fair, I deserved it. But none of that mattered when I found out I had a baby brother—a brother who is now left to my care. Too bad I don’t know the first thing about parenting. If I have any hope of not ruining this poor kid’s life, I need Lisa’s help. She quickly becomes my salvation, my heart. And even though our timing is all wrong, I can’t help but wonder how can I convince her to stay with me—with us—forever.
Cole Simmons is just my insensitive jerk of a neighbor. Or, that’s all he used to be. Now he’s in completely over his head, taking care of an adorable child that I’m getting way too attached to way too fast. And the scary part? I’m starting to get attached to Cole, too. After my nasty divorce, I was sure I’d never risk falling in love again—but Cole has me questioning my resolve at every turn. Frankly, I’m starting to wonder if Cole isn’t the only one who is in completely over his head.
Neither of them was looking for love or a ready-made family. But what will they do when they realize they’ve stumbled head-long into both?
This full-length novel can be read as a standalone but is the third book in the Everything’s Better series. You’ll see friends from Everything’s Better with You, Everything’s Better with Kimberly & Cherishing the Goddess. Cole & Lisa’s love story is chock full of Enemies to Lovers, Single Parent, Secret Baby (or two), Nanny (no power imbalance) & Fake Engagement goodness and is safe with NO cheating.