Page 8 of Dirty Tactics


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“Fuck my neighbors.”

Her throat suddenly became dry at his bluntness. She took a sip of her beer to clear her throat. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and she returned his heated gaze.

“Oh, really?” Her voice grew husky, and she gripped the bottle tight, trying to hide the tremors in her hand. She didn’t want him to know how he truly affected her. “And you’re just so sure that we’re going to have sex?”

His eyes locked on her, and she had to keep herself from fidgeting. The air between them became heavy with sexual tension, making it difficult for her to breathe. Moisture seeped from in between her folds.

The heat from his gaze had her body strung tight.

She wanted him.

Deep within her.

She knew they would be good together.

Too good.

She was afraid to say anything else for fear that her voice would crack.

“I figured we’ve been fighting the inevitable. I know you watch me when I’m out in my yard.” He cocked an eyebrow at her as if daring her to lie and say she didn’t.

She cursed on the inside. Apparently, she hadn’t been as discreet as she’d thought she’d been when she watched him. She just hoped he hadn’t figured out what she did sometimes when she watched him.

“Let me guess, you’ve never watched me?” she asked, growing bold. She had thought the other night when he had his get-together in his yard that she was a big girl and could handle him.

Now, with him a foot from her, she knew she was totally out of her league.

“Oh, I’ve been watching you. Every time I see you out jogging in your little workout shorts and sports bra.” He stepped forward, stopping directly in front of her.

She had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes.

“Or when you go out with your girls with those fuck-me heels on. I want you, Sarena Rucker. Naked, in my bed, waiting for my cock to slide inside your wet pussy.”

She widened her eyes at his words. Her heart raced as he reached out and rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb. She was mesmerized by him and couldn’t move. She waited with bated breath for him to lean in and kiss her.

“These lips,” he murmured, glancing at her mouth, his eyes darkening. “I would love to see them wrapped around my cock.”

Her core dripped from his words. It would only take one swipe of his tongue or finger and she would explode. Her skin tingled from his small touch.

“Um,” she gasped, unable to form any clear train of thought. Images of him braced over her filled her mind. Everything he’d mentioned, she would die to have at that moment.

He trailed his thumb to her chin and paused.

“I will have you, Sarena. My cock will fill your pussy, and you will take me,” he growled.

Her breaths were coming fast, and she leaned into his hold, mesmerized by his words. Her imagination was on overload, images of them together flashing before her eyes.

“Everywhere.”

Her body screamed for him to take her now. She wouldn’t give a damn if he stripped her out of her clothes right there on her front porch and bent her over her railing. Her pussy ached to feel him deep within her.

He stepped back and downed his beer. He saluted her with the beer bottle and backed away from her. In shock, she watched him jog down her stairs and make his way to his yard.

With only words, he had her so aroused that she was ready to beg him to come back to finish her off.

Her feet were frozen in place. He arrived at his bike and didn’t even look her way while pushing it to the backyard.

She knew she had been playing with fire and may get burned.

Burned wasn’t even the correct term.

Her entire body had just been set ablaze by one Marcas MacArthur.

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