Page 20 of Right Next Door (Stone Family #3)

“It’s literally the very least I could do.

The very most would be to build a time machine so I could go back and punch that kid in the face then make out with you myself, but…

” That earns me a soft laugh, and I allow myself a caress of her cheek.

“Thank you for telling me, and don’t worry about the video. I?—”

“No.” She presses up onto her toes, bringing us closer together by another inch.

“I want to do it. I think…” She swallows, licking her lips, before tipping her chin up with pride.

“It’ll help me to leave all that in the past. I’m not worried about what you will do with the video. I know it’s only for you.”

I cup my hands around hers. “I would never do anything to hurt you, and I will never be careless with anything you’ve sent me. If you’d like, you can check that I’ve already deleted everything from my phone.”

Except for my home screen photo.

“No.” She smiles. “I trust you.” Then she glances around to make sure no one can see before placing a quick kiss on my lips. “I will make you that video tonight.”

She slips out of my hold as a sweet blush colors her cheeks, and I know before the door of her store closes shut that I’ve gone and fallen for this woman.

This unattainable woman.

I think about her for the next eight hours as I complete my work, and it’s almost midnight by the time I close up shop.

My cell phone has been burning a hole in my pocket.

At around ten, it buzzed with a text. I knew exactly what it was, and I think I sweated more than my client did, knowing what was waiting for me.

June’s in the living room when I get upstairs, and I offer her a wave and a few words. She’s in the middle of painting her nails and watching some K-drama, so I head back to my room, where I immediately play the video.

The screen fills with Nicole’s face as she sets up her cell phone on what I assume is a nightstand next to her bed, and I’m permitted the first glimpse of where she sleeps.

In a room with taupe walls, cream-colored sheets, and framed grayscale artwork of leaves.

She bats at the air with her hands as she speaks to me.

“I’m not sure if I should, like, introduce what I’m about to do or…

I don’t know. I’m…” She presses her hands to her cheeks and giggles nervously, shaking her head. “I guess I just get started.”

She shrieks quietly, shaking out her hands, and I cough a laugh at how fucking cute she is. Wearing one of her matching pajama sets, this one mint green, she scoots backward to the middle of the bed on her knees, then strips off her shirt, while keeping eye contact with the camera.

Fuck, it’s hot.

I’m already hard, my cock straining against my jeans, and I unbutton my fly, pushing my jeans and boxers down enough to free myself. I grip my shaft, stroking slowly as I watch Nicole strip off her shorts so she’s naked, and I see her fully for the first time.

She’s thin but soft, her stomach swelling beneath her belly button, her hips and thighs wider than her shoulders.

I don’t have long to admire the teardrop shape of her breasts and how they’re tipped with peach-colored nipples or the patch of trimmed hair between her legs because she lies down, spreading out horizontal to her phone.

She cups her tits, her thumbs brushing over her nipples, and I echo the movement by swiping my thumb over the head of my cock, already beading with moisture. The longer she plays with her nipples, the more tense my thighs become, and I grit my teeth.

I’m good at edging myself and others, but I don’t want to tonight. I want to give in. Come hard with her. Finally let go of all I’ve been holding in.

When she finally skates her hands down to her thighs, I swallow a groan and watch as she spreads her legs. I can’t see her pussy from this angle, but I can imagine. And it’s more than enough to be a voyeur as her back arches when she dips her right hand down, touching herself.

From how her arm is moving, I guess she’s found her clit, circling it, and I stroke myself faster, matching her rhythm.

But I stutter when she licks the fingers of her left hand, using them to roll and play with her nipple.

I let out a rough exhale at how beautiful she is, free like this, letting me in while she pleasures herself.

It is more than I deserve—more than any man deserves—but I will repay her one thousand times over.

On the screen, she moans, the hand between her legs speeding up, and I’m right there with her. The pressure in my balls intensifies, the telltale tingle at the bottom of my spine building until my hips are bucking up to meet my hand.

And a moment later, I come, watching as Nicole does too, her body going utterly still, even as she flushes red all over. It’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.

I slow my strokes, milking every last drop of pleasure from my body as the work of art on-screen relaxes. I wipe my hand off on my T-shirt like I’m suddenly thirteen again and yank it over my head to toss into my laundry bin. Nicole turns her head to her phone—to me—and smiles. Beatific.

Then she removes her hand from between her legs and rolls over to offer me a better view of her fingers. They’re glistening wet, and I know exactly what they taste like. My mouth waters, my cock twitching, ready for more, as if I’m not fifty-one years old.

She reaches for her phone to bring it closer, her face filling the screen once again. Her cheeks are rosy, eyes glazed over with satisfaction. “I hope you liked that,” she whispers, a small smile playing on her lips. “G’night, Ian.”

The video cuts out, and I’m in deep shit here. Falling so hard and fast for this woman, even as I know this arrangement is only for the summer.

I press my hand to my head. It was about this age a stroke took my mom, and while I memorized the signs of a stroke because of that, I can’t remember any of them right now. I can’t even recall if you feel a stroke in your chest and head.

I pull up my pants and do a quick search to learn that, no, I am not having a stroke.

But I may be in love.

Fuck .