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Hot Dad Next Door (Temptation Next Door)

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9

Jasmine

When I first ran into Trevor, what was now nearly two months ago, I thought he was handsome. He had a sexiness about him that made the hairs on my arms stand up. He had a smile that captured my whole heart. And to this day, he knew how to make me catch my breath, by just looking at him.

I didn’t know if he could sense when I would gawk at him, but there were a few times that I was certain he was staring at me. Working with him for the past few weeks had me more enthused about the new chapter in my life. I would have to remember to thank Roger one day for it.

When I woke up on Sunday morning, I couldn’t believe how excited I was to be working the sixth day in a row, but with Trevor, it wasn’t even like work. Time always passed by so quickly. The only time it slowly went by, was when I was away from him and in this particular case…the hours between the time I woke up and the time six o’clock finally arrived. I didn’t think it would ever get there.

Driving to the club, I had a fast country song playing on the radio and I was singing loudly, the top of my jeep down, and the wind whipping through my hair. It was finally warm enough to have the top down and it was the perfect weather outside with birds singing in the background. I felt like a woman that was stuck in a romantic comedy and excited for my day.

The only difference was, I still wasn’t sure that Trevor knew exactly how I felt about him, but I had no doubt that my feelings for him were strong. I hadn’t felt this way since Josh and honestly, I was questioning whether I really loved Josh, because the feelings that caught my breath when I was around Trevor, was that much more superior.

I was lusting after him, or at least that was my thought. When I would see Trevor, I would sometimes feel my whole body tingling, from my toes to my pussy, and up to my chest. I wanted to feel him under me, as I rocked my hips harder against his. I wanted to taste him as every careless thought was released.

It was a fantasy that continued to play through me and I wasn’t used to that. I was the woman that had never been sexually active, so I didn’t know what that would even feel like. Yet, when I was with Trevor, it was just natural. Me wanting to finally let loose and have a man whisk me to his bedroom, or right there on the floor, while he deflowered me, seriously plagued my mind. I wanted this and every time I saw him, I wanted it even more. So, I was a little fearful of being with him…alone…in his bar…while all these dangerous feelings played out.

I pulled into the alley of his club and parked next to an Aston Martin. “Oh my God…” I breathlessly released from my lips. I wanted to have sex with a billionaire. That was what it boiled down to. I slowly got out of my jeep and glanced once more at this beauty. I shook my head, mainly in shock that I was definitely living some fantasy world.

I walked up to the back door and knocked. After a few minutes of not getting the door open, I rang the bell on the side. I waited and this time I heard the back door being unlocked and then he opened it. Trevor welcomed me with a huge grin on his lips.

“Hello, Jasmine.” He stepped back and allowed me to enter.

“Hello!” I smiled and tried to calm my raci

ng heart.

“Put your purse in my office and I thought we could set up out in the bar area. There will be more room to move around.”

“Great!” I said. I went to his office and put my purse on his desk. I walked out of the office and went to the bar, where I found several banners, posters, papers, and markers, sprawled all over the place.

He thought of everything.

“I hope this will all do,” he said.

I nodded. “I’m impressed,” I said.

He snickered. “Thank you!” He then motioned for me to grab a seat. “I thought I could make us supper first. What do you want to drink?” he asked.

I thought about it, then shrugged. “I feel bad wasting your drinks, so maybe water?”

He tilted his head. “I think I can afford a couple of drinks. I’m not that bad off, am I?”

I snickered. “Okay, fine. I’ll just take a beer.”

“A woman after my own heart,” he said. He laughed, then turned to the refrigerator.

I wondered if he knew how that simple statement seemed to make me feel. He grabbed two beers from the refrigerator and then walked one over to me. I grabbed it from him and he tapped it and then smiled.

“Cheers!” he said.

“Cheers,” I whispered.

“I’ll be back. Supper will take just a few minutes to make.”

I frowned. “Making TV dinners?” I asked, laughing slightly.

He shot me a look, then laughed. “Please…this constitutes more thought than TV dinners.” He tossed his head back and went through the kitchen doors. I still wondered what it possibly could be, but I didn’t have to wonder for long.



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