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  She smiles up at Bobby, and I want to go over there and beat his ass. Her smile immediately catches my dick’s attention, and he needs to make an introduction. He hasn’t shown interest in pussy for so long I can’t even remember. Knowing it’s wrong doesn’t seem to dissuade me.

  I know if I stop at the store I’ll be late, something I haven’t been in almost six years, but I’m willing to do it just to meet her. She’s perfect and I hate the man that she’s married to, for no other reason than she belongs to him. Even thinking those thoughts infuriates me. I want her to be mine and that scares me. Am I willing to break up a family just to possess her? What kind of man have I become?

  I step out of my truck just as she moves back so Bobby can close the hatch of the SUV for her. I get close enough to hear her say, “Thanks, Bobby.” Her voice travels from my ears straight to my groin. If it weren't for my coat and suit, everyone would know that the cold had shit on the sexy blonde in front of me. My face is probably expressing the intense rage I’m feeling at his attention to her.

  “Hello, Mr. Davenport,” says Bobby. He gives me a subtle smirk as he glances at my unavailable woman. Yes, I’ve claimed her as mine in my head, but I understand that’s all it will be. My face changes as I turn to her, her eyes are an icy blue and I’m owned. “This is your new neighbor, Lily Mason.”

  Lily, I say to myself, letting her name wash over me. Fuck, it is zero degrees out, and I’m about to come just from hearing her name. What kind of shit is that? She looks like a little cherub with her wavy blonde hair that is up in a sloppy ponytail and her cold-flushed, round face with her bright smile. My eyes trail down her body, taking inventory. She may be short, but what she lacks in height she makes up everywhere else. Even with a big coat that goes just to her ass, I can still make out her round breasts that press against its opening— ready to break free. I can feel my mouth start to salivate. I pull myself together and make sure she knows my name. I want her to be thinking about me and calling my name out in her dreams or when she’s satisfying herself.

  “Lily, it’s a pleasure. I’m Trent.” Taking off my gloves, I stick out my hand to shake hers. Of course, I remove them because I want a reason to touch her bare skin. I immediately notice that she isn’t wearing a wedding ring and hope fills me. Maybe Ernie was wrong.

  She steps forward, tentatively; I don’t know if it’s because of the heavy snow on the ground or that I make her nervous. There isn’t much distance to cross, but it seems like forever before she’s inches from me. Just as she’s about to put her hand out to meet mine, she slips on the icy snow and lands hard against me. Her breast hits my stiff erection that’s being held back by my belt buckle. My body is racked with pleasure and pain as my dick demands satisfaction. I right her quickly, only because I’m a step from coming and even with many layers between us, she sets my body burning.

  Her cheeks are rosy from the cold, but I can still see that she blushed with embarrassment. It may have been a long time, but I still know when a woman’s attracted to me, and my bunny is attracted. I try to think about the cold ravaging my body. Then maybe, I’ll feel the frigid air and it could relate it to my dick before I have to go home and change my clothes, making me even later for my morning meeting. I can see that the longer I look at her, the more unsettled she becomes, and I enjoy it. She’s doing a number on me and hasn’t even said a word.

  “Excuse me. I’m sorry,” she says as she tries to regain her dignity. Fuck. Her voice is going to get her nailed soon. After I get home from work, I have every intention of getting a formal introduction. Then I remind myself that it’s all just a fantasy; she’s married.

  “You can fall on me anytime.” The words blurt out before I can stop myself. She smiles but tucks her head into the collar of her coat. I unjustly glare at the garment that obstructs my view of this gorgeous creature. She’s a tiny, perfect package that I plan on unwrapping later. Damn it, I’ve got to remember she’s married, but without a ring, I wonder if she likes to play with other boys.

  “I have to go. My father is waiting for me to get back home.” She gives me a sheepish half-smile and walks right passed me and into her SUV. I let her go because I am at a loss for words. She’s not married. Ernestine said that he lives there with his wife and kids. I didn’t expect her to be one of the kids. I have no idea how old she is, but I am going to find out. She lives with her father. Relief is flooding my body. Fuck, I hope she’s legal. I’ll wait for her if she isn’t because I know she can’t be that young. I’ll give her a year under legal at the most.

  Bobby, the young fuck chuckles. I turn and give him a look that should have him running, but he just says with a laugh, “She’s twenty-one. Good luck, man. She’s caught the attention of every available man that has seen her today. Her father is some hotshot from Phoenix and that’s why I lent her a hand. She was approached by Devin, Colt, Joe, and Elijah.”

  “She’s mine,” I growl. Staking my claim was inevitable. Showing my hand too soon is never the way I do business so I can’t believe I’ve given away my position. It doesn’t matter anyway; those guys need to know Lily is off limits.

  “Understood, Mr. Davenport.” He continues to chuckle to himself as he walks back to his squad car and I head back to my truck. She’s gone, so there’s no reason for me to go in there. The road has been cleared since we were talking, now I have to hustle my ass to make it to work on time.

  Lily is on my mind the entire drive in. Pulling into my parking space, I see my assistant with her eyes wide, staring at me like she was afraid I wasn’t going to come in. After taking off yesterday, I’m sure if I didn’t show up today, she’d be at my door with chicken noodle soup or some shit.

  “Calm down, Dana. I’m human. I can be late.” I walk past her because she’s staring at me like she always does; hungry and thirsty for my dick. I’ve been tempted to fire her over the past year, but she does work hard for me. I know it’s because she thinks I’m going to fall for her, but it isn’t going to happen. She’s a cute woman about my age, but I’ve no patience for her constant platitudes. Especially now that I’ve found my snow bunny.

  I sit at my desk as my employees start rambling off ideas and potential opportunities, but all I can think about is my little white Lily. Her face was flushed from the cold, but I can’t wait to make her flush after I fuck her. I’m not paying any attention to the men in front of me as I trail off into a fantasy about her showing up at my front door in the cold winter night needing to borrow something. As any good neighbor would do, I invite her in to stay warm while I get what she needs. Then I keep her in my house like Beast does to Belle. I’ve even got a library for her enjoyment should she be anything like the tale. I will have her.

  Before I can delve into my fantasy of having her at my disposal, Kenneth interrupts, “So do you think that’ll work?”

  “Listen, leave me your report and I’ll look into it later. I’ve got a damn headache ripping through me and it’s throwing my concentration off. I’m calling it a day.” They all look at me in shock, but I raise my brows letting them know not to even question me at all. I’d never taken a day off in the past since I inherited the company from my distance uncle five years ago, so I understand their concern. Come hell or high water, I was there, working through colds and everything.

  Focusing on work has kept me from becoming like my parents— junkies. I know I’m turning into my uncle, an old curmudgeon. I’ve spent the past decade worrying about not being able to balance my life. I had just turned twenty-one when I went out for my birthday and got so smashed that I was arrested for public intoxication. After that, I promised myself that I wouldn’t drink like that again. So all partying stopped. Temptation can ruin a man, and I know that Lily may be my ruin. Yet I’m ready to take that chance.

  My uncle seems more alive now than he did when I met him. We hadn’t been introduced until I was twenty-two. I was a carpenter by trade when I was asked to come to this mansion and fix some leaky pipes. Living in the next town
over, it had been no big deal. The first time I met John Davenport, I didn’t know who he was. My parents never mentioned him because they’d had a fallout well before I was born, and they died before it could be fixed. Likewise, he hadn’t known about me. It was then that we realized we were related. He couldn’t believe that my parents had refused to tell him about me. He’s really a great guy. He worked hard before he decided to take an early retirement.

  Once the shock that I had an uncle and he had a nephew wore off, things just fell into place. He’d spent his life working, so he never had kids and didn’t find a woman he wanted to marry. Even though I’m a grown man, he treats me like I’m his son. Opening his home and giving me an opportunity in his company was just the start of a new life for all of us. It’s because of him that I am who I am today.

  “I hope you feel better, boss,” Dana purrs. My head aches alright, just not the one on my shoulders. I don’t stand while they file out of my office because my dick is making a massive bulge in my dress pants. I know Dana wouldn’t mind seeing it, but this shit isn’t for her. It’s all for my Lily, who’s going to get all of it as soon as I can get her alone in my house. It’s been a long time, but I still know how to fuck. Lily and I are going to be fucking amazing together. I just know it.

  ~~~~

  It’s only ten in the morning, yet I’m calling it a day. I can’t concentrate on anything, and as an investor, concentration is essential. Maybe after I dick her out of my system, I’ll be able to get back on track. Somehow, though, I feel like it may not be possible. I’ve never wanted pussy this bad, not even when I was a teenager and my hormones were off the charts.

  Since I keep to myself, I’m certain my reaction will be the talk of the town. Although I haven’t had neighbors the entire time since moving in three years ago, I can’t wait to be neighborly. I know that I’m going to have to pass her place before getting to mine, so I decide to stop. Seeing her is now my mission. We didn’t really get to speak to each other last time, but it is going to happen today.

  I drive up to their property just as another vehicle leaves the residence and passes me by. In the car, it looks like a man, woman, and some kids in the back. Maybe my bunny has siblings; she didn’t divulge that much before she ran off on me.

  I park my truck behind a large Spruce. Wanting to stop in, but trying not to look like a stalker, I sit there thinking of a legitimate excuse for my sudden arrival, but I’ve got nothing. I’m about to drive off when she comes out of the house and goes to her SUV. She doesn’t notice my truck, so she grabs what she needs and starts to walk back to the house. She’s not five feet from her front door when a large boom rips through the house and it explodes, sending my bunny flying. I jump out of my truck and run to her.

  ~~~~

  I can’t believe my dad sent me out here to knock on our supposedly rude neighbor’s door. I don’t want to deal with the old bastard and his attitude. If it weren't for an opportunity to get away from my wicked stepmother, I wouldn’t have come. Pulling up to the home on the hill and into his driveway, my nerves suddenly make an appearance. The snow is plowed from the drive, but everywhere else is covered. I’m forced to knock on the door because even though this place is a mansion, I can’t find the dang doorbell. The place reminds me of the Beast’s home in Beauty and the Beast. It’s large, dark and very uninviting, yet I must be here. It’s freaking freezing out here. I’m about to walk away, but I know that it’s important to my father.

  Just as I attempt to knock again, the door opens. I’m expecting the furniture to be at the entrance, but I nearly faint at the sight before me. He is most definitely not furniture, but more a wall of a man who happens to be standing in the doorway with no clothes on. Well, if you consider the towel he has around his waist, I suppose he’s covered. My eyes avoid looking down because I’m already blushing. All of the sudden, I don’t feel cold. I look him in the eyes, my body heating up to my melting point and I’m almost a puddle at his bare feet. His face is perfection; chiseled, clean-shaven, and a true work of art. The scent emanating from him hits me full force. I watch the way he stares at me, and it’s exhilarating. I want to run into his arms and stay. Something about him makes me feel at home, and I haven’t felt that since I lost my mother.

  Shaking off the insane need, I let him know why I’ve stopped by. He doesn’t seem like he wants me to go, but I know if I stay, I’m going to do something really stupid. I don’t mean to look down, but his smile has me all hot and bothered. When I lower my head, I immediately notice that he’s not affected by the cold at all. His cock, which looks ridiculously huge under the towel, is starting to point outward, moving the towel to the side. Needing to make my exit before he keeps me locked away, I barely manage to say bye before I rush to my SUV. I don’t give him a chance to chase after me, which he seems ready to do.

  I drive down his long driveway, but I have to pull over the moment I’m out of sight. My heart is pumping like I’ve just gone on a run, and my pussy is throbbing like never before. I need to get it together before I show up back at the house. I don’t want my father or his wife to notice something’s off with me.

  My stepmother, Dora, is a real bitch and would do anything to make me feel shitty. Even if it wasn’t her objective to make me angry, my hatred for her is longstanding. I despise her for breaking up our family and for being the ultimate cause of my mother’s death, even if she isn’t the one who killed her. It was because of her and my father that my mother was on her way to meet with her lawyer when she died. Her death is something I don’t think I’ll ever get over.

  Dora hates me as well. I’m the leftovers from my father’s first marriage; the one she wormed her way into. She’d be happy if I were dead. There’s something about her that scares me. I wonder if I push her too far one day, will I end up missing. It’s the reason I stayed away so long. Shaking my head in frustration, I start driving again. Once I pull up to the house, I see the gas guy about to leave in his truck. I wave him off and walk into the house.

  “What took so long?”

  “Took so long, Dora? I’ve been gone fifteen minutes. You act like it’s been hours.”

  “Don’t talk to me like that, you little brat. You’re lucky we let you come stay with us.”

  “Little brat? I’m an adult, and as soon as I find a place, I’m out of here. If it weren’t for Nick and Aiden, I wouldn’t have come here at all. I had my own place in the works before you two asked me to stay. I’d say I’m rather unlucky to be stuck in your slutty presence.”

  “You better watch your mouth,” she says, giving me a dirty look.

  “Whatever. I have some job opportunities which are more pleasing to look at than your face.” I walk out of the room and up to my temporary bedroom, sporting a satisfied grin.

  ~~~~

  I wake up early with the insane urge to see him. I know that he’ll have to pass this way on his way to work, so I wait. I don’t know what time he leaves which means I’m crazy to stand by the window for the next three hours.

  I’d been waiting for about two hours when my father knocks on my door. Since I locked it, I actually have to move away from my post.

  “Lily, did you meet Mr. Davenport?” I want to tell him that he’s making me miss him right now.

  “Yes, I did. Why? Was there someone else you expected to be there?” I hoped there wasn’t a Mrs. Davenport or his girlfriend.

  “Well, his maid was there when I visited.” The words out of his mouth instantly take the wind out of my sails.

  I hide the overly intense urge to scream out my jealousy. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t see her. I did tell him about the gas, but I’m afraid he already knew.”

  “He did?”

  “Yep, he got caught in a freezing shower he said.”

  “Damn, that’s not a good way to start our relationship with him.”

  “He’s farther from us than our other neighbors. Is it that important to be friendly neighbors?”

  “He’s extremely we
althy and a bit of a recluse. I thought a good bond with a beautiful woman would make him a little more apt to listen to my business proposal.”

  “Do you mean me?”

  “Duh, you. I wouldn’t send my wife. She’s older, and he’s already got a forty-something fuck doll in his home. He could use a newer model, and I could use a larger client.” He admits his plan as though I’m nothing but a bargaining chip. I stand there with my mouth open, trying to understand the shit coming out of his mouth. “Oh please, stop giving me that look. You’re old enough to know what men want. If you were a good daughter, you’d go over there and make it right with him.”

  “I can’t believe you’d say something like that. Where’s the father that used to love me?”

  “He left the moment Dora came into my life.”

  He’s just confirmed what I’ve felt for a long time, and I’m not even affected by his admission. “I see. I’ll be leaving in two days. You can bend over and deal with Mr. Davenport yourself.”

  He comes at me like he’s going to hit me, something he hasn’t done in years, and I flinch. The bastard then smiles at me like I’m afraid of him, but he’s a fool if he believes it. Anybody would protect themselves so they don’t get hit. He backs off and leaves me alone.

  The rest of the day I spend in my room seething and planning my departure. I don’t want to see any of them, and I’m not hungry either. I obviously missed him passing by while I was dealing with my dipshit father. What does it matter anyway? The man has a maid. I had hoped that when my father asked me to move in with them that he’d missed me, but he just wanted to use me to sweeten a deal with the neighbor.

  I hate myself for this unhealthy obsession with Mr. Davenport. Tomorrow, I’ll be going into town to find an apartment or a hotel to stay at until I can figure out what I’m going to do.