He’s older. Off limits. And lives just one house away. I told myself I was home to cook brunch for Mother’s Day. I told myself I was just borrowing sugar. I lie to myself a lot. It’s fine.
Now I’m at his doorstep in a dress I shouldn’t have worn, asking for something I definitely didn’t need… And somehow, I ended up on his counter, under his hands, and way too full of bad decisions.
This break from college was supposed to be wholesome. Instead, I can’t stop thinking about the man next door—and what he’s planning to do to me next.
A spicy age gap, first time romantic quickie featuring one dangerously short dress, one very unhelpful measuring cup, and an older neighbor who doesn’t believe in self-control. Includes Mother’s Day misbehavior, baby-making obsession, and a filthy-sweet HEA.
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