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Busted.

“Guess I’m not the only one who enjoys the views out here.”

“No one said I didn’t like the view. I just don’t plan on ever visiting, Nicky.”

“Oh, you’ll visit,gattina. And I’ll make damn sure the visit is so good you’ll never want to leave. So get ready to pack yourbags, baby.” He licks his lips and shoots me a wink. “Goodnight, Vicious.”

All swagger, Nico slips into his apartment, and once again, he leaves me speechless.

My breaths come on faster as naughty images of me visiting him and exploring every inch of his dark-inked skin fill me with desire.

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Nico

Thatfilthylittleliar.

She was totally checking out my ass. I don’t even think she realized how she licked her lips while her eyes were glued to my glutes.

Blood rushes south, and my cock twitches.

Fuck.

I need to get away from her before she sees what she’s doing to me or I do something crazy, like hop over the divide to her balcony and fuck her on that chaise she’s lying on.

“Goodnight, vicious.” I leave a speechless Savannah on the balcony and return to my apartment.

My dick is hard as a fucking rock and in desperate need of some relief.

I walk straight to the bathroom, turn on the shower, and climb under the spray. My burning-hot skin doesn’t even care that the water is cold. I squeeze a drop of body wash onto my palm and wrap it around my hard length.

Slowly, I work my fist up and down, lathering the soap with each stroke. My fist glides over my tip and rubs the two barbells of my piercing, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

This is new to me. I’ve never had to go jerk off after just talking to a woman. Not talk, verbally spar with. The spirited woman next door has me so fucking hard up for her and her sassy mouth. It would be too easy to believe that not having had sex in a couple of weeks is the problem. But that’s a fucking lie.

Savannah is the reason I haven’t had sex.

I’m not being cocky when I say there are plenty of ready and willing women out there. All I need is one line to pick up a woman. “I play professional baseball”, and it’s like catnip. Panties drop. But not with the feisty kitten next door. She doesn’t give one damn.

Neither does my cock. He wants her. There has been no movement in my cockle region for anyone other than Savannah.

My dick twitches in my palm like he knows I’m thinking about her and her sassy-as-fuck mouth.

Maybe that’s the problem.

It’s always been too easy for me with women. And Savannah is anything but easy. I’ve never been so attracted to a woman that it’s driven me crazy. Not only do I want to fuck her, but I want to kiss her. I want to taste her sharp tongue as I devour her mouth with mine.

Savannah is all I think about. I’m so mentally preoccupied by her that every other woman no longer exists in my world.

That’s fucking crazy talk right there.

And yet, my dick throbs in approval as I stroke it faster.

“Fuck,” I moan.

Closing my eyes, I picture Savannah on her knees, her amber-colored eyes staring up at me and her sassy little mouth open wide as I feed her my dick. I can’t wait to shut her up and make her choke on a mouthful of my cock. To feel her silky, wet tongue flick the cool metal balls protruding through top and bottom of my tip as she sucks me off.

My vision quickly morphs to her laid out on my bed, her arms and legs tied to each post as I eat her out. Because Savannah’s mouth is so damn sharp, I bet her pussy tastes like spicy honey glaze. My balls tingle at that thought, and I can practically taste her on my tongue.