Isla has lived across the hall from her buddy Campbell for nearly a year, drooling over him as they ate pizza and guzzled beer on his dateless nights. But she’s consigned to the friend zone.
Campbell loves women and dates regularly, but he finally realizes Isla is the forever kind of girl he’s always wanted in his life. Can he drag her out of the self-relegated friend zone with the help of a very special vibrating surprise in her Easter basket?
NOTE: This was previously published in the Egging Her On Anthology. It has been edited for TEP.
“You know what I meant. Why can’t we give this a try?”
He was her neighbor. If they tried and failed—which was a likely occurrence given his track record with the opposite sex—she’d have to keep seeing him across the hall and be reminded of the friendship they’d lost. And no way was she moving out of her rent–controlled building. “Because we’re friends and not going there.”
Campbell settled his cup down on the coffee table and then gently removed hers from her iron grip, before placing it beside his. Before she knew it, he was inches away from her on the couch. “Friends sometimes make the best lovers.”
Isla opened her mouth to reject his idea, but before a single word could come from her mouth, Campbell’s lips were on hers, kissing the protests from her.
Campbell captured the back of her head in one long-fingered hand and tilted her to him, holding her close as his tongue swept inside her mouth. A moan bubbled up from her throat as she pushed at his rock hard chest, trying to get him to move away when all she really
He moved his hand to the tie at her robe, releasing it and opening the neckline. His lips trailed down her cheek and to her neck, his teeth pinching and teasing her tender flesh as he left a fiery path. She held on for dear life, as need threatened to drown her. It had been far too long since a man had touched her and to have him, her fantasy, touching her, she thought she must still be dreaming.