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“Yes, sir.”
    “Good.” Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he left a
trail of moisture down her thigh. Putting her dress down, he sucked his
fingers, licking off her cream. When he was done, he took her hand. She slid
her hand within his.
    Walking toward their seats, he helped Charlotte into
her chair, before sitting beside Lillian. The moment she placed her hand within
his own, he’d felt the electricity. Something was happening between them. He
didn’t know what it was, but he was more than prepared to find out.
    Tonight, when Susan and Michael dropped her off, he
was going to visit his neighbor. His cock pulsed inside his pants, excited at
the prospect of the woman of the night.

Chapter Three
     
    “I’m really sorry, Charlotte,” Susan said, following
her up the front yard toward her door.
    “Seriously, Susan, you don’t have to worry at all. Daniel’s
a great guy. He’s just not for me. All he talks about is work and work.”
    “If I’d known he bored you I wouldn’t have even
thought to put you both together. I really thought you’d hit it off.” Susan
looked distraught.
    “Don’t worry about it. You’ll know for next time.”
Charlotte searched for her key inside her bag, hoping to be alone.
    “So, what happened with you and the hot neighbor?”
    Heat travelled up her spine, making her tense up.
“Nothing happened, not really. I was being silly, and he came out to talk to
me. He was just being nice.”
    There was no way she was about to tell her married
neighbor that he’d ordered her to keep her hands above her head while he
fingered her pussy. It would be too much for Susan, and she wouldn’t just back
away.
    “Okay, well, if you’re fine.”
    “I’m fine, Susan. I’m more than fine. I’m perfectly
fine.”
    “That was a lot of fines.”
    “See, I’m good.” Charlotte chuckled. She wasn’t fine
or good. Inside she was in turmoil. Bryan had touched her body and awakened
something she really thought had died alone with any desire her last boyfriend
inspired.
    “I’ll leave you then.” Susan pulled her in for a hug.
She waved at Michael as she opened her front door. Susan ran across their yards
as Michael parked in the drive.
    Chuckling, Charlotte locked her front door, resting
heavily against the hard wood.
    “What the hell were you doing tonight, Charlotte?”
    Running fingers through her hair, she placed her back
on the side near the door, kicking off her heels as she went to the kitchen.
    Tapping her fingers on the counter, she bit her lip as
Bryan’s dominating presence invaded her mind.
    “Forget about it, and forget about him. It didn’t
happen.” She held her hands out in front of her, opening her eyes, only to
scream. There at her back door stood Bryan.
    “Are you going to open the door?” he asked.
    There was no way he could have been home before her.
They’d left first.
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
    “We can talk through this door or we can talk face to
face.” One of his hands was in his pocket while the other pointed at the door
between them.
    You’ve got one punishment coming.
    No, he wouldn’t punish me. I’m a grown ass woman.
    Stepping toward the door, she flicked the lock open,
stepping back. He opened the door, closing and flicking the lock back into
place.
    “You don’t have to lock it,” she said, biting her lip.
    “I do have to lock it. I don’t want Susan walking in
on us talking and your punishment.”
    “Punishment?”
    “You don’t think I’d forget about your punishment, did
you?”
    “I thought it was a joke.” She shrugged her shoulders,
forcing a laugh.
    Bryan didn’t smile, nor did he laugh.
    “Look, I don’t know what happened tonight, but I
really don’t feel comfortable with you being here—”
    He pressed her against the fridge, silencing off any
of her protests.
    “I know exactly what happened, and you’re not going to
make me go away, Charlotte. You’ve been holding out on me, my little