Damn, he could easily picture him standing behind her while she knelt exactly like that on the bed. Or against the kitchen counter! Or the kitchen table! Hell, he could bend her over like that in any number of places in his house!
Swallowing a groan, he focused on his yard. Not Sylvie’s ass! Hell, she’d probably never let someone bend her over the furniture. She was so uptight, he suspected that Sylvie only had sex in the missionary position.
And that caused him to stumble again. Because he wouldn’t mind making love to Sylvie missionary style. Hell, he’d do her any damn way she wished, as long as he could watch those full, sexy lips as she made the request.
Not that she’d ever ask him to have sex, he thought, mentally laughing at the idea. He doubted Sylvie ever had sex! She was so prim and proper, he wondered if she even knew what sex was!
That thought made him laugh. Of course the lovely Sylvie knew what sex was. It was one more thing she could disapprove of. And Dean loved it when she disapproved of something because he loved watching those lips of hers. Okay, he loved watching her. She really was that stunning! Her green eyes and blond hair just…they did it for him. He also knew that she worked out at the gym down the street, which was why he’d joined that gym as well, even though he had a full gym in his basement.
His partner, Mack, didn’t understand why he’d joined the gym and there was no way in hell that Dean was going to explain it to him. Because if Mack, Simon, or Arik, his friends on the detective squad, or any other officer on the force, ever discovered his cute little neighbor, well, there would be squad cars driving past her house constantly and crime rate in this neighborhood would drop dramatically!
Not that there was a lot of crime here. Cheyenne had its share of crime, he thought as he turned and moved back over the next patch of grass. As a detective, he and his fellow detectives on the homicide squad had plenty of cases. But the crime rate wasn’t like, say, New York City. Hell, Dean never wanted to go back to that kind of case load. Moving out to Cheyenne had been the best decision he’d ever made.
Glancing up again, he smiled as Sylvie wiggled her way out of the bushes, her sexy butt dancing, taunting him.
And because of that little wiggle, Dean decided to be a good neighbor. Having finished his own lawn, he moved over to Sylvie’s and started mowing hers as well. He was careful to make the lines as neat as possible because Dean knew that she liked things precise. He also knew that she was watching him, irritated that he was helping her out. Which only made him chuckle.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t stop himself from tweaking her nose just a bit. On the last pass, he wobbled just a bit, making the line he mowed not as straight as the rest.
Without looking at her, he pushed the lawn mower back into his garage, whistling the whole time. After waving to her, he went inside. But did he stop watching? Oh hell no! His sexy, petite neighbor was too fascinating to ignore. So while he poured himself a glass of water, he moved back to the front window, chuckling to himself as she glared at the messy line at the end.
Oh, she was gonna give him hell for that one. But what fun was there in living sanely?
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