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Greedy: Chapter 1

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cw: age gap (mid-20s/50s), daddy kink, vaginal sex, f!receiving oral, use of the petname "kid," alcohol consuption, 18+ mdni

You mentally thanked the designer of your small, suburban house for putting a bay window right next to the front door, facing the road. It provided the perfect perch to watch your neighbor work on his motorcycle from across the street. With a book in your hand and a mug of coffee on the little table next to you, your roommates would assume you were just reading, not spying on the middle-aged man sweating in the early summer sun.

You didn’t know his name, or really anything about him outside of his appearance and his house number. He was tall, you assume. You had only ever seen him from your window. He had dark brown hair and a scruffy beard, but even from a distance, you could tell he was graying. He moved with confidence, though there was a slight sag in his posture that might have signaled stress, or maybe loneliness. You had never seen anyone there besides him. No wife, no kids, not even a girlfriend or occasional overnight guest. Not that you were keeping tabs on him.

Since you were home alone, you abandoned your performative reading and allowed yourself to turn fully towards the window and watch shamelessly. He reached up to wipe his sweaty brow on his sleeve, which caused the hem of his t-shirt to pull up and exposed his hairy lower stomach that hung slightly over the waistband of his jeans. You could drool. He put his tools down on the cardboard mat he set up in the driveway, then straddled the seat and started up the bike. The engine roared and revved, filling the quiet neighborhood with a sound you would find obnoxious if it wasn’t him making it.

Seeming pleased that whatever he was working on was now fixed, he cut off the engine and got back off the bike. He then started to clean up the mess of tools and oil he had made, and eventually disappeared back into his garage, walking the bike inside with him. You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed that your show was over.

You sagged against the cushion of the bay window and began to think. It’s a harmless little crush, sure, but it could be more. He’s all by himself, and based on when he comes and goes, he works long hours from early in the morning to after dinner time most nights. He could use someone to care for him. You could be the one to do it.

You pondered some options on how you could break the ice. Lemonade would have been perfect for the hot day, but that would suggest that you knew he was working outside. You weren’t proficient enough at any craft to give him something handmade, and you figured that might come across as strange. Everyone had a sweet tooth, though, and a gift of home-baked cookies could be passed off as neighborly if he wasn’t interested. It was the perfect, easy plan.

You got up from the window seat to check in the kitchen for the ingredients, and to your delight, the cabinets were fully stocked. With a classic brown-butter recipe pulled up on your phone, you whipped up a small batch in under an hour. It was enough to fill up a plastic container and to have some leftovers for your roommates. You packaged up the cookies neatly and snapped the lid on, but you still thought it looked too plain. It needed a personal touch, something that suggested you were flirting.

You grabbed some pink construction paper and a marker from your box of craft supplies and wrote up a cute note, saying that you thought he could use something sweet. You signed your name and house number so he could make the connection of who was leaving treats on his doorstep. You considered leaving your phone number, but you didn’t want to be too forward. If his interest was piqued by the gesture, he would make it known. You weren’t playing games, necessarily. Older guys didn’t play games. But you also knew that they could be easily intimidated, especially if they were used to being alone.

Before you walked out to deliver the cookies, you decided the container was missing something. You ran back to your room to get a piece of ribbon to tie in a bow around it. It was hyperfeminine and maybe a little childish, but it would certainly get his attention. If he wasn’t interested, oh well. The worst that could happen would be suffering a bit of embarrassment when you went out to get the mail. But if it went well, the opportunities were endless.

You checked out the window to make sure he wasn’t outside, and when you deemed the coast clear, you scurried across the street and placed the container gently next to the welcome mat. You thankfully didn’t spot a video doorbell. You allowed yourself a moment to be proud of your boldness before you quickly returned to your house.

You suppressed the urge to watch from the window to see when he found them and decided to watch your favorite show instead to take your mind off of your hot neighbor. You snuggled up underneath a blanket and took out your phone to mindlessly scroll while your show played, but every so often, your eyes drifted to the window facing the street.

It was dark outside the living room window when you blinked your eyes open. You must have fallen asleep, but you didn’t remember it. All of your roommates were home, but even their coming through the front door didn’t wake you up. You checked your phone and saw that it was after seven. A notification on your lock screen caught your eye. It was from a minute ago, so it must’ve been what woke you up. You unlocked your device and saw that Jack had texted you. He told you he was thinking about your beautiful smile and sent you thirty dollars to order yourself dinner.

Grinning, you typed out a sweet message in response and thanked him for the money. Even when he wasn’t there, he was taking care of you. You hadn’t realized you were hungry until you started thinking about dinner.

You opened DoorDash and looked at the options, but nothing was very appealing to you. You wanted to ask Jack for advice on what to get, but you would feel bad bothering him about something so trivial when you knew how busy he was. You settled on pizza, though you weren’t really in the mood for it, and sank back into the couch to wait the twenty minutes for it to be delivered. You fell back into a TikTok rabbit hole and didn’t realize how much time had passed. You figured that when you heard the knock at the door, it must have been the delivery driver.

You got up from the couch, dressed in the sweats and t-shirt that you were wearing for your day off, and opened the door without checking through the peephole. Instead of finding your food, you were staring at your hot neighbor up close. Very close.

“Hi,” you squeaked out, caught off guard.

“Hey,” he said, way more calmly than you had. He raised his hand, showing off the note you left on the cookie container. “Someone here left a container of cookies on my porch earlier, and I wanted to thank them.”

His voice was smooth, deep, and somehow not at all what you imagined. Nothing about him was really what you expected. He was certainly tall, seemingly towering over you. He had an easy smile that shouldn’t have made you feel so nervous. He was clearly friendly, you were just a lovestruck idiot. You realized that you were probably making some stupid, shocked face, and you schooled your expression into something more pleasant.

“That was me, actually,” you said a bit bashfully. “I realized that I had never met you before, even though we’ve been neighbors for a while now. What better to break the ice than some cookies?” you laughed to cover up your awkwardness. He chuckled along with you.

“They were delicious. I’m embarrassed to admit I ate more of them than I probably should have, but we all have our vices, right?” His laugh was music to your ears. He was going to turn you into a puddle right there on your doorstep. “My name’s Michael, by the way,” he said, “But everyone calls me Robby.” The two of you did a brief, awkward dance as you attempted to shake hands. You responded by introducing yourself officially.

“It’s nice to actually meet you,” you said with a smile.

“To actually meet me?” Robby asked with a slight cock of his head. You hadn’t meant to say that. That implied that you had been watching, waiting for this moment. God, it made you sound like a creep. You were a bit of a creep, after all, but he didn’t need to know that.

You laughed nervously. “Sorry, I don’t know why I said that. I meant finally.” He hummed in response, not quite convinced, but he politely dropped it.

His eyes scanned your body brazenly, and you felt embarrassed at your outfit choice. Braless and in sweats wasn’t how you planned on meeting your sexy neighbor. His gaze was heavy and inescapable; it made you feel fuzzy inside. You couldn’t tell if you were imagining him inching closer.

“Y’know,” he started, a slight smile on his lips. “It’s been a long time since someone’s baked for me. I forgot how nice a homemade cookie was. What’s your secret?”

Your heart rate picked up as the tone of the conversation shifted to something more flirty, but you made sure to keep your breathing steady. With the way he was staring at you, he would surely notice your heaving chest.

“I can’t reveal my secret ingredient to a stranger, now, can I?” you said, raising your eyebrows teasingly, hoping your charm would make up for your bummy outfit.

“I don’t think we’re strangers anymore, honey,” he said, the pet name rolling so easily off his tongue that it sent a shiver down your spine.

“I still barely know you,” you shot back.

Before he could offer a retort, the actual delivery driver walked up the porch steps, excused herself, and handed you the box. You were pleased to find the bottom was still hot. You thanked the driver, and she went on her way, having already received her tip from the app. You feared that the interruption would kill the conversation between you and Robby, but you had an idea.

“How about you come in for pizza, and we can get to know each other better,” you offered.

Robby seemed surprised, but his face split into a grin, and he followed your lead into the house. He shut the door gently behind him, then made his way over to the dining room, where you had opened the pizza box and were setting up plates. You grabbed two cans of beer from the fridge and put one in your spot, then handed him the other.

“Pizza and beer on a Wednesday night? You’re my kind of girl,” he said. You were grateful your back was facing him as you retrieved napkins from the cabinet, because he would have seen the flustered look on your face. This is what you wanted, you supposed, you just didn’t think you were actually going to get it.

When you returned to the table, Robby was taking a sip out of his beer, and you couldn’t help but look at his lips on the can. How was it possible this man could be even more attractive up close? Part of you figured your attraction only came because he was unattainable, but you were proven wrong.

“Help yourself. I got half cheese, half sausage and pepper,” you said. He urged you to take the first slice, saying that the lady should always get her first choice. It was a little old-fashioned, him talking like that, but it was charming, and new to you. He took his slice after you, and the two of you proceeded to eat, drink, and get to know each other.

You learned that “Robby” is a nickname that stems from his last name, he is a doctor who works in the Emergency Department at the hospital, and that the one and only hobby he has time for is riding and working on his motorcycle. As you suspected, there was no mention of a wife, kids, girlfriends, or exes. A sick part of you was glad. Maybe there could be a chance to get him to yourself. You guys seemed to have the chemistry for it.

You told him that you were a recent Pitt graduate, but you were having a hard time finding a job. Despite there being jobs available in your field, even entry-level jobs required years of experience that you just didn’t have. He nodded along in understanding, but you could tell something in his eyes shifted when you started talking about college. He probably didn’t realize just how young you were.

“No offense, but this is a pretty nice place for someone without a job,” he chuckled, looking around. He was right. Not many twenty-somethings rented in the suburbs. Your place was nice; furnished with new, albeit mismatched furniture, decorated with pictures, paintings, and wall hangings, and had all the cozy elements you’d want from a home.

“My roommates and I split the rent. It makes it more manageable,” you said. It was true, splitting the rent with your two roommates did drastically lower each of your costs, but you left out the part where you don’t actually pay for your own portion.

As the conversation continued, the space between the two of you lessened. As he grew closer, you could smell the faint scent of cigarettes on him. You wouldn’t expect that from a doctor, but Robby seems a little rougher around the edges than a typical doctor as well. You found it difficult to concentrate under his gaze, feeling like he was drawing you in and you were helpless to resist. You briefly wondered if you had invited a vampire into your home.

After a brief lull in the conversation, Robby asked a question that sucked all of the air out of the room. “How old are you?” You suddenly couldn’t meet his eyes. You chuckled, looking down at your plate in a mix of nervousness and self-deprecation. You knew this was too good to be true. There was no use lying; he would know you’re full of shit, and even if you did get away with it, the truth would come out eventually. Besides, based on your life story, he could take a pretty accurate guess. When you told him, he sighed deeply. “I’m too old for you,” he said.

You furrowed your brows. You had invited him here because you wanted to get closer, to maybe have a chance with him, but you didn’t appreciate his presumption. Maybe you just wanted to be friends. Maybe you were just being friendly, and he was the pervert who was attracted to the girl who was too young for him. He spoke again before you could spiral even further.

“Does that bother you?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” You were playing a bit dumb, but you wanted to know where his head was at.

He huffed a laugh and leaned back in his chair, putting some space between you again. “The cookies, the bow, the handwritten note with a heart. All that time you spent watching me out your window there,” he said, looking over to the window seat that faces his house. “You’re not quite subtle, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. He just called you out for your pathetic attempts to flirt and for stalking him. You wanted the pizza box to swallow you whole. “I’m sorry, Robby, I really didn’t mean-”

“Hey, hey,” he stopped you gently. “Nothing to be sorry for. I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You didn’t, not really, but you wouldn’t tell him that.

“I know what I’m doing,” you say quietly. If he could see through your bullshit, he didn’t say anything.

“Good,” he said, leaning back in, even closer than he was before. “Because those cookies were so goddamn sweet, and I bet that you’re even sweeter.” His voice was low, and at such a close distance away, his deep voice rumbled through your body.

Robby’s eyes flicked between yours and your lips. He was itching to reach across the table and close the space, but he was waiting for you to initiate. He wasn’t going to push you, wasn’t going to take advantage. You wanted to kiss him so badly, everything in your body was screaming for it, but still, you hesitated.

“I don’t do one-night-stands,” you said quietly. It felt like a betrayal of all of your animal urges, but you had to stay firm in that boundary. Robby didn’t falter.

“That’s not what I want,” he said. You could tell he was being sincere.

“I usually don’t kiss on the first date, either.”

“Usually,” he parroted.

Your chair was far enough from the table that Robby could grab the leg of it and pull you toward him. The chair slid across the kitchen tile until your knees were bracketed by his spread legs. He had you close, breathing the same air and sharing body heat, right there in your kitchen where either of your roommates could catch you.

“Thank you for the pizza,” he started with a low voice, almost a whisper. “And the beer, and the cookies, and the great conversation.”

Before you could realize what was happening, Robby was standing next to the table and straightening out his chair. He smirked a bit at the confused look on your face, and inched toward the door.

“You have a good night, sweetheart,” he said, his voice taking a newfound cocky tone that you weren’t sure how to feel about.

“Wait,” you stopped him. “I don’t have your number.” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded. You needed to see him again.

“You know where I live.”

With that, he walked out of your front door and left you reeling in the kitchen. You just had dinner with your hot, older neighbor, almost kissed, then got left high and dry with a problem only your vibrator could fix.

Four weeks. It took six weeks for your day off to line up with Robby’s. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t hoping he’d break first and knock on your door in the middle of the night, but you doubted he would. Patience is a virtue that develops with age, so you should have known that he would outlast you. At least you had enough self-respect not to go knocking on his door in the middle of the night.

It was another Wednesday, around two in the afternoon, when you spotted him outside your window. It was the most you had seen of him since that fateful night. He was working on his bike again, once again dressed in an old, grease-stained t-shirt and worn jeans. It was another scorcher.

Deciding that you wanted to make a better impression than you did last time, you made yourself up. You put on a sundress, one that showed a tasteful amount of skin without being too much. A tease, you could say. Some leg, some shoulders, a low-cut top, and a flowy skirt would be sure to keep his attention. You fixed your hair, put on some light makeup, and found the perfect pair of flats to complement your cute, casual outfit. Before you walked out, you stopped in front of the full-length mirror behind your door to take a mirror selfie to send to Jack. He loved seeing your outfits, especially your little dresses.

Thankfully, Robby was still outside by the time you opened the front door and scampered down the steps. As soon as he heard the door, he looked over at you. Even from across the street, you could see the look that ignited in his eyes. He put down his wrench and wiped his hands off on the rag that was hanging from his back pocket.

“Hi, Dr. Robby,” you sing-songed as you approached. That made him laugh.

“Hey, there, sweetheart. What are you all dressed up for?” he asked, clearly admiring your outfit.

“Nothing,” you shrugged. “It’s just a nice day out. I haven’t seen you around in a while.”

He groaned. “I’ve been working so much I can’t see straight. I’m glad to have the day off.”

You hummed in understanding, but you were more focused on how his biceps bulged under the sleeves of his shirt. He noticed you staring and raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn’t comment.

“Any plans for the day?”

“Nope. Just me, my bike, and the sunshine,” he smiled. You could tell working on his motorcycle was an important outlet for him.

“No company coming over?”

As he smiled, he used the bottom hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, leaving a wet mark on the light gray fabric. “No company.”

You gave him a small pout. “Sounds pretty lonely.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and took a few steps toward you. You didn’t back away as he entered your space. From there, he was looking down at you in a way that made your stomach flutter. You wanted to reach out and touch him the way you couldn’t last time.

“I don’t suppose a pretty girl like you wants to keep an old man company on such a beautiful day,” he said. He was the one to initiate contact this time. He gently took hold of your wrist, then slid his hand up to hook his fingers with yours.

“I wouldn’t mind,” you said coyly. He caught you off guard that first night, but now you were ready to play.

“Why don’t we head inside? I could use a break.”

You agreed, and you followed him through the garage and into his house. It was sparse with decorations, but that was to be expected. It had everything he needed and was tidy, but there weren’t any frills. You stopped in the kitchen, and he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, then offered you one. After you declined, he cracked his open and drained half of it quickly. The air conditioning was a relief for him, having been working in the heat all afternoon, but it quickly chilled you.

You leaned against the counter as you watched him, but he didn’t stay away for long. He put his bottle down and crossed the room, stepping into your space again to crowd you against the counter. He put an arm on either side of you and ducked his head, which made you feel small.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again,” he confessed. “Not like this.”

“Why not?” you asked. He shrugged in response. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, Robby.”

He took one hand off the counter to scrub over his face, groaning while he did so.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “You’re trouble, aren’t you?” It was your turn to shrug. He put his knuckles under your chin to lift your head. “I know you are, but that’s okay. Doesn’t scare me.”

It was clear that neither of you really understood what you were getting yourselves into.

“Robby,” you said, looking up at him with wide, slightly desperate eyes, “kiss me.”

Without another word, he pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss, fueled by weeks' worth of built-up tension and fantasy. His hands quickly fell to your waist, and yours wound around his neck. The scruff of his beard scratched your face with delicious friction that you couldn’t get enough of. You tested the waters by swiping your tongue over his lips, and what started as a passionate kiss turned into a sloppy makeout. The groan he made when he finally pulled away sounded like he was holding himself back.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. When he opened his eyes, he found you staring up at him again. You already had him wrapped around your finger. “God, you’re so-” he cut himself off.

“Take me to bed, Robby,” you panted out.

You didn’t make it to bed. The two of you tumbled onto the couch in a frenzy of kisses that were mostly tongue and wandering hands. You were on your back, sinking into the cushions as Robby hiked your dress up to expose the pastel cotton panties you put on. They were casual enough not to seem like you were expecting it, but cheeky and cute enough to still be sexy. They seemed to have the intended effect. Your hands wandered over his back, which was still damp with sweat, but you didn’t mind. He smelled like musk, nicotine, and bubbling desire, and you were drunk off of it.

“These fucking panties, sweetheart,” he said as he brushed his thumb over your clothed slit.

He was hovering over you, but he wasn’t pinning you down. You doubted that you could even take his weight like this. Everywhere he touched, you felt like it was on fire, a sweet, slow burn that you craved more of.

You reached down to his belt and quickly, but clumsily, undid it. You worked his fly open next, and left it to him to push them down enough to free his cock. Neither of you could wait to do it properly, to get fully undressed and upstairs to bed. One of the freedoms of living alone was being able to have sex on every surface of the house.

When he exposed himself, your eyes widened at the size. He was big, bigger than you expected, and in the back of your mind, you wondered if you would be able to take it all. You reached down and pulled your panties aside, showing him your glistening pussy that had been needy for him for weeks. Robby leaned down to lick a fat stripe over your slit, which made your toes curl and forced you to fight against your instincts to squirm.

“Just like I thought,” he mumbled against your thigh. You caught his eye when he looked up at you. “So goddamn sweet.”

He continued to eat your pussy, alternating between pointed licks, sucks, and the occasional thrust of his tongue inside. You tried to keep your hands to yourself, but you gave up once he started paying your clit special attention. You wound your fingers in his short locks and tugged, but he was unfazed. You couldn’t decide if you needed him closer or wanted to move away from the stimulation, but Robby didn’t give you a choice. He stayed firmly where he was, and all you could do was take it as he pulled your panties off to lick more of you.

“Robby, Robby, please,” you panted. “I need you to fuck me.”

He seemed surprised to hear you ask for it so plainly, but he couldn’t deny a request when it sounded so sweet. He pulled away from your center and sat up on his knees. He fisted his cock as he looked down at you, spread out beneath him with your dress pulled up and your pussy soaked. Your hair and makeup were still perfect. You were all of his dreams come true.

“Condom,” he breathed. Before you could try to talk him out of one, he was already back in the kitchen, rooting through drawers. Luckily, it didn’t take him long to return with one. He ripped it open and rolled it on with practiced ease, which made sense given the dizzying head he just gave you. He lined his dick up with your entrance, and you locked eyes before he pushed the tip in.

“Deep breath for me, honey. Can you do that?” he asked gently. You nodded and did as you were told.

The breath released as a loud whine as he sheathed himself inside of you. You had only taken half, but you felt fuller than you had ever been. Somehow, he managed to fit the rest inside. Once he was fully seated and you were adjusted, you locked your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. His thrusts were deep and slow, each one punctuated by a moan from you and a whisper of your name from Robby. He sounded more desperate than you did.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me,” he said. “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.” You didn’t expect him to be a talker like that. Curses, praise, and moans continuously flowed from his lips, and you couldn’t get enough. “Been so long.”

You tried to pull him down, but he couldn’t be moved. He did follow your lead, however, and lay on top of you so your face was in the crook of his neck. Each thrust pushed you further into the couch, and they got increasingly faster and more erratic.

“Robby,” you whined. You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what you wanted. You needed something to do with your mouth, so you bit down on the pale, freckled flesh of his shoulder. He hissed through his teeth, but fucked into you harder.

“Showing up here in that fucking dress. Baking for me. Those fucking bows of yours,” he grunted as he gently tugged on the bow on your dress. “Gonna be the death of me, kid.” Him calling you kid like that shouldn’t have sent a shock right to your clit. “Twice your fuckin’ age but you’re still here beggin’ me for it.” He really started to run his mouth, and if he kept going, you were going to cum.

He must have felt your walls clenching around him, because his thumb was placed firmly on your clit and he began rubbing quick circles over it, driving you straight towards the cliff.

“I’m close,” you whispered.

“Cum for me, honey. Be a good girl and cum for me,” he said with his lips pressed against your temple.

The dam broke, and your orgasm washed over you, shaking through your whole body and pulsing in your pussy. Robby fucked you through it, not bothering to slow down as he chased his own orgasm.

“D-addy,” you choked out as your muscles contracted. With your eyes screwed shut, you couldn’t see how that one little word affected the man on top of you.

His orgasm snuck up on him. Having a sweet, young, eager-to-please girl underneath him and calling him daddy was every one of his shameful fantasies come true. Your pussy was squeezing the life out of him, made worse by your throbbing walls, and with just a few more strokes, he was moaning your name as his cock flooded the condom inside of you.

The two of you stayed like that, him on top with his softening dick inside of you, while you caught your breath. Eventually, Robby rose to his knees again with a pained groan, and if you weren’t so fucked-out, you would have cracked a joke about his age. He gingerly got up, took off the condom, and redressed before disappearing back into the kitchen. When he returned, the condom was disposed of, and he had a bottle of water for you. He fixed your panties and dress, and helped you sit up so he could give you small sips of water.

“Was that… okay?” he asked hesitantly, an aura of insecurity around him.

You blinked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Like, I didn’t hurt you? I didn’t do anything you didn’t want? I didn’t… take advantage of you?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, which turned his concern into confusion. “All of that was perfect, Robby,” you said. The earnest look in your eye was difficult to question, so he left it.

The two of you relaxed back into the couch and fell into silence as you both recovered from your unexpected, passionate session. After a few minutes, Robby dared a look over at you.

“So… Daddy?” he asked, though he had a wry smile on his lips. You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t make fun of me. I’m sorry, okay, it just slipped out,” you huffed in good-natured annoyance.

“Don’t apologize,” he said, sitting up. “I liked it.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you upright, too. He then brushed his knuckles under your chin, just like he did in the kitchen. “Every girl needs a Daddy, right? Someone to take care of them, keep them safe. Keep them satisfied.”

You felt like it was the first night again, when you were shrinking under his intense, inescapable gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said sheepishly.

“Cute,” he huffed. “It’s written all over your face, sweetheart. Nothing but trouble.” His voice had an edge that you can’t place. A bit teasing, a bit rough with desire, but also a bit desperate.

You slide closer to Robby to put your arms around his neck. Your knees bump from the proximity. You look into his eyes with a slight pout on your lips. “I’ll be good for you, Daddy,” you say, voice sickly sweet. Robby didn’t quite seem convinced, but he gave you a soft smile anyway.

“Sure you will, sweetheart,” he says before moving your arms off of him and standing up from the couch. “I’m gonna go have a smoke, but I’ll be right back. Wait right here for me.”

You look up at him. “Can I come?”

“I’m not letting you breathe that shit in. Stay right here,” he says, a bit firmer that time. You nod and do as you're told while Robby walks onto the back deck. You take the moment to lean back into the couch and attempt to process what just happened. Your little cookie ploy to get your hot neighbor’s attention worked. And it was far more successful than you could have hoped.

Your small moment of self-satisfaction was interrupted by your phone buzzing from where it was dropped on the carpet during your passionate moment. You reach down and unlock the screen, finding a text from Jack.

Jack <3: Gorgeous as always, baby! Shoes are looking a little worn, though. Order some new ones. Still on for tonight at 8?

Jack <3 sent $200

Robby was right, you were trouble.

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