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© Paige Tyler and ABCD Webmasters, 2011
The Girl Next Door
While the conversation came easily, Amber had to
admit she found it difficult to focus on what Colt was
saying during most of it. More than once, she found
herself getting lost in those sexy blue eyes of his. And
when she wasn’t doing that, she was gazing down at
his strong hands and imagining what they would feel
like caressing her body. Maybe it was a good thing
she hadn’t met him the first night she’d been there,
she told herself as they shared dessert, otherwise she
might have spent the whole vacation in bed. Which
wouldn’t necessarily have been a bad thing, she
decided as she watched him lift a forkful of cake to his
mouth and close his lips over the decadent dessert.
Dear God, she could sit and gaze at him all night.
She and Colt probably would have sat there, too, if the
waitress hadn’t come by for what seemed like the
hundredth time asking if she could get them anything
else.
admit she found it difficult to focus on what Colt was
saying during most of it. More than once, she found
herself getting lost in those sexy blue eyes of his. And
when she wasn’t doing that, she was gazing down at
his strong hands and imagining what they would feel
like caressing her body. Maybe it was a good thing
she hadn’t met him the first night she’d been there,
she told herself as they shared dessert, otherwise she
might have spent the whole vacation in bed. Which
wouldn’t necessarily have been a bad thing, she
decided as she watched him lift a forkful of cake to his
mouth and close his lips over the decadent dessert.
Dear God, she could sit and gaze at him all night.
She and Colt probably would have sat there, too, if the
waitress hadn’t come by for what seemed like the
hundredth time asking if she could get them anything
else.
“I think that’s her subtle way of telling us to leave,” Amber said as the woman moved off.
Colt chuckled. “I think you’re right. But that doesn’t mean the evening has to end just yet.
Want to come up to my room for a drink?”
Amber felt her pulse skip a beat at the look in his eyes. He was asking her up to his room for
much more than a drink, she knew, and she hesitated for a moment. She usually didn’t
sleep with guys until the third date—at least—but Colt was really hot. And she was on
vacation, she reminded herself. From everything—including her three-date rule.
She smiled at him. “I’d love to.”
Colt’s room was on the eighth floor, but because the elevator stopped on every floor in
between to let people on and off, it seemed like the ride up took forever. Now that Amber had
made the decision to sleep with him, she was impatient to get his clothes off and see if he
really was as well-built as she thought. By the time they stopped on Colt’s floor, Amber was
ready to push him up against the wall in the corner of the elevator and do him right there.
Which was why when Colt asked what she’d like to drink once they got to his room, she gave
him a sultry smile. “You really didn’t ask me up here for a drink, did you?”
He let out a soft chuckle. “Not really.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Sliding her hands up the front of his button-up shirt, she gently pulled him close for a kiss.
Colt’s mouth was firm and insistent on hers, and she melted against him with a little sigh of
pleasure as his tongue intertwined with hers. Damn, the man could kiss.
Sliding one hand in her hair, he ran the other over her hip to cup her bottom. She could feel
the heat from his skin through the thin material of her skirt, and Amber moaned her
approval against his mouth.
Colt abruptly tore his mouth away. His breathing was ragged as he gazed down at her. “I
want to...” he began.
She didn’t let him finish. “Yes.”
Letting out a groan, Colt took her hand and led her over to the chaise. Amber went eagerly.
She’d never had sex on one of those before. This was going to be fun.
But to Amber’s surprise, Colt didn’t pull her into his arms when he sat down, but guided her
over one of his legs so that she was draped over the chaise’s cushion. She automatically
pushed herself up onto her elbows, all set to ask what he was doing when she felt him caress
her upturned ass. Oooh. That was nice. Very nice.
Settling back down on the chaise, Amber let out a soft, little moan, only to gasp in surprise
when she felt him give her ass a light smack.
Her eyes went wide. Had he just spanked her?
Colt chuckled. “I think you’re right. But that doesn’t mean the evening has to end just yet.
Want to come up to my room for a drink?”
Amber felt her pulse skip a beat at the look in his eyes. He was asking her up to his room for
much more than a drink, she knew, and she hesitated for a moment. She usually didn’t
sleep with guys until the third date—at least—but Colt was really hot. And she was on
vacation, she reminded herself. From everything—including her three-date rule.
She smiled at him. “I’d love to.”
Colt’s room was on the eighth floor, but because the elevator stopped on every floor in
between to let people on and off, it seemed like the ride up took forever. Now that Amber had
made the decision to sleep with him, she was impatient to get his clothes off and see if he
really was as well-built as she thought. By the time they stopped on Colt’s floor, Amber was
ready to push him up against the wall in the corner of the elevator and do him right there.
Which was why when Colt asked what she’d like to drink once they got to his room, she gave
him a sultry smile. “You really didn’t ask me up here for a drink, did you?”
He let out a soft chuckle. “Not really.”
“That’s what I thought.”
Sliding her hands up the front of his button-up shirt, she gently pulled him close for a kiss.
Colt’s mouth was firm and insistent on hers, and she melted against him with a little sigh of
pleasure as his tongue intertwined with hers. Damn, the man could kiss.
Sliding one hand in her hair, he ran the other over her hip to cup her bottom. She could feel
the heat from his skin through the thin material of her skirt, and Amber moaned her
approval against his mouth.
Colt abruptly tore his mouth away. His breathing was ragged as he gazed down at her. “I
want to...” he began.
She didn’t let him finish. “Yes.”
Letting out a groan, Colt took her hand and led her over to the chaise. Amber went eagerly.
She’d never had sex on one of those before. This was going to be fun.
But to Amber’s surprise, Colt didn’t pull her into his arms when he sat down, but guided her
over one of his legs so that she was draped over the chaise’s cushion. She automatically
pushed herself up onto her elbows, all set to ask what he was doing when she felt him caress
her upturned ass. Oooh. That was nice. Very nice.
Settling back down on the chaise, Amber let out a soft, little moan, only to gasp in surprise
when she felt him give her ass a light smack.
Her eyes went wide. Had he just spanked her?
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