Naughty Neighbors (2 page)

“Hey hon,” Kemper rasped. “Did you watch the game?”

“No,” she drawled. “I had a spa appointment for a Brazilian wax.”

“You did, huh?” A guttural growl filled the line. “You won’t see me for another couple of weeks so there better not be another reason you’re getting all waxed down.”

“I was glued to the tube for every last play.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said. “What’d you think?”

“Honestly?”

“It’s why you’re always my first call, sunshine.”

“The Longhorns caught some bad calls but you had a lot of avoidable penalties, too.” She twisted from one side to the other, stretching and bending in an effort to loosen up before her run. “Everyone seemed distracted.”

“I thought so, too.”

“What’s wrong with your teammates? The defense was sluggish. They acted like they’d all been served with divorce papers recently.”

He laughed. “You’ve been reading the tabloids.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Most of our starters are having trouble in paradise. Their problems at home are carrying over to the field.”

“Really?” Kara felt vindicated. She wasn’t the only Longhorn player’s woman who felt a stab of discontentment.

“I’m the luckiest man I know,” Kemper said. “I have two sensational women waiting for me on the sidelines. My life is win-win thanks to you and Carly.”

Kara froze. Kemper’s life was win-win for sure, but where did that leave her?

Two

“Carly Diamond’s room, please.” Kemper stood at the front desk awaiting the key Carly had left for him. Knowing Carly, she had reserved the most expensive suite his money could buy. He typically pinched pennies and saved his dimes. Still, Carly chose the Four Seasons Los Angeles at Beverly Hills. One night probably ran him close to twenty-two hundred. Then again, he wouldn’t complain. In a matter of minutes, she’d make him believe the room was worth twice that amount.

The front desk manager smiled warmly and placed the key on the counter. “Miss Diamond left a message for you, Mr. Kapertone. She asked me to tell you to meet her at Culina, our—”

“Yes, I know,” he interrupted her, not meaning to be rude, but agitated all the same. Carly should’ve waited for him upstairs.

“Of course you do,” the staff member said, nodding her head slightly. “Enjoy your stay, Mr. Kapertone, and congratulations on your win tonight.”

“Thank you,” he said, turning to hand off his luggage to the bellhop.

Over his shoulder, the manager said, “Mr. Kapertone is staying in the royal suite.”

“So much for twenty-two hundred a pop,” he grumbled, barely aware of the fact that he’d spoken at all.

The bellhop watched him curiously. “I beg your pardon, Sir?”

Kemper retrieved his wallet and placed a gratuity in the man’s hand. “I was hoping to meet my beautiful companion in our room.”

“Ah,” the bellhop drawled, grinning from ear to ear. “You must be here with Miss Diamond.”

“I am indeed.” Kemper chuckled. Carly had a way of working her way around a hotel. By the time she left the Four Seasons, she’d know every staff member by name.

The bellhop leaned over and whispered, “Our presidential suites were booked when Miss Diamond arrived a few days ago, but if you would like to request a move—”

“As long as the lady is happy, I’m happy.” He walked away, in pursuit of Culina, quite possibly the best Italian restaurant in LA, only he wasn’t thinking about the mouthwatering rigatoni when he entered the intimate Grappa Room.

By the time he locked gazes with one blue-eyed siren, he was as hard as steel. Dinner was the furthest thing from his mind.

“Hey, babe.” Carly tented her hands under her dainty chin, showing off her manicured nails and dark burgundy polish.

He felt his lips twitch. His gaze dipped and his cock responded, lengthening in his slacks. Carly’s luscious mounds practically tumbled out of her low-cut dress. “How long have you been waiting?”

Her wicked tongue swiped across her lips. “Long enough to sit here and think about all the delicious things I’d like to do to you after dinner.”

“Have you now?” Kemper peeled off his sports coat and sat down. He scooted around the rectangular table. Tucking his arm behind her, he pulled her to him for a succulent kiss, appreciating how her body melded to his. Her nipples hardened against his shirt and he tested her responsiveness, deepening the kiss and caressing her bare shoulders.

Damn her for wearing a backless dress.

She shivered as his fingers raked across her flesh. Cupping her nape with one hand, he used the other to tour, hiking up the short black dress she wore. He could only hope and assume the long tablecloth would conceal his groping.

“Kemper,” she whispered, pulling away.

“Don’t move,” he breathed, walking his fingers up her inner thigh. “I’ve missed you.”

“People can see us.”

“I don’t give a damn if the whole world watches,” he said, thrusting his tongue between her lips again while pressing his fingers against her damp crotch. “You knew I’d be hot for you. Maybe you should’ve considered in-room dining.”

“If you keep this up, we’ll have to go upstairs.”

He grinned into their kiss and bore down on her lace-clad clit, using the heel of his hand to tease her. “Now you’re talking like a woman who knows how I think.”

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.” A breathless sigh filled his ear with tantalizing promises.

Pulling back, he smiled down on her. Forcing his index finger under her panties, he dragged the digit through her folds. “That’s a challenge, not a dirty little threat. I don’t care if you scream my name for the whole world to hear.”

Immersing his finger all the way inside her hot pussy, Kemper grunted and turned his head, acknowledging the waiter approaching their semi-private dining room. “After this stunt, I may make this the longest dinner date in history.” He kept a firm digit right inside her folds, ignoring her when she tried to slap away his hand.

“Good evening, Mr. Kapertone,” the waiter said. “Congratulations on your win tonight.”

Kemper slowly withdrew his finger, but kept one hand on her inner thigh. He was certain the waiter suspected what he’d interrupted given his flushed skin and twitching lips.

“Thank you.” Kemper sniffed, fighting off the urge to laugh at the whole situation.

“I’m Frank. I’ll be taking care of you this evening. Would you like to start out with cocktails tonight?” His upper body tilted forward. The old chap was trying to peer over the tabletop.

“We’ll stick with water, Frank,” Kemper replied, feeling Carly’s body language change significantly; her entire body stiffened.

“Very well,” Frank said, disappearing.

“Have you had a chance to look at the menu?” he asked, admiring Carly’s pouty lips.

“I would’ve loved a glass of wine.”

“I can already taste a hint of Cristal on your lips. I want you sober for what I have in mind.”

“Hmm,” she purred, locking her teeth over her bottom lip. “In that case, I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“I like a woman who lets a man lead.” He wasn’t lying there and Carly knew this about him, yet she continually tested him. He studied the menu for a moment before he asked, “Anything sound appetizing to you?”

“Only you.” She brushed her breasts against his arm.

“Did I get you all worked up?” He slid his hand up her thigh once more.

She caught him by the arm. “Wasn’t that your intentions?”

“Frank is on his way.” He would’ve preferred to keep the banter going, but there would be time for foreplay after they placed their order. “Are you in the mood for steak or lasagna?”

“I’m really not that hungry,” she replied, rolling her tongue over her lips once more.

“Yes, but you were the one who wanted to meet here.”

Frank delivered their drinks and set their glasses on the table. “Have you decided on anything?”

“The lady will have your ravioli and I’ll have the rigatoni.”

Frank tried to up-sell a few items. When he was unsuccessful, he left them alone.

Carly shifted her weight to her right hip and crossed her leg, trapping his hand between her thighs. She flashed a mischievous grin before she dragged her finger down his cheek and whispered, “I was proud of you out there tonight.”

He wiggled his hand. “That won’t work, baby.”

She blushed, glanced at the door, and ducked her head. “Kemper, we may be in a private room, but the customers out there can see us. Some of them are watching.”

“Of course they’re watching. I’m with the most beautiful woman in the room and they’re probably wondering what you see in a man like me.”

She tossed her head back and laughed. Her laugh was contagious, not to mention arousing. His cock jumped in his slacks, bulging against the material until he was more than slightly uncomfortable. He was in enormous pain.

“I should turn you over my knee for this.”

Sexual heat filled those gorgeous sapphire eyes. “You can bend me over as soon as we get to the room. I promise.”

“I can’t wait until after dinner,” he said, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her away from the table. “Let’s go.”

“Kemper, wait!”

The clickety-click of her high heels only made him harder and more determined. He couldn’t reach their suite fast enough.

“Kemper,” she grated out. “Hang on.”

“Wish I could,” he rasped, tightening his grip.

They passed Frank, who immediately gave them a bewildered look. “Everything all right, Mr. Kapertone?”

“Swell.” Kemper slowed his pace long enough to add, “Hold our order for about fifteen minutes. We’ll be right back.”

“Would you like for us to send your dinner up to the room?” Frank called after them.

“No thanks, Frank. We’ll be back.”

All heads turned as they rushed by several seated customers. If anyone had bothered to notice, they would’ve immediately assumed why they were rushing from the dining room. Kemper’s tented trousers did little to conceal his state of arousal.

Kemper strode to the elevator, dragging Carly with him. Entering the lift with another couple, he released a hard breath of relief when the strangers didn’t make small talk. Four floors later, they were left alone. Kemper punched the button as if his life depended upon a quick ride upstairs.

“You’re acting bizarre,” Carly said, shoving her beaded designer purse under her arm.

“Am I?” Kemper asked, stalking her as soon as the elevator doors closed behind them. With one fluid move, he placed his hand on Carly’s waist and pulled her in front of him.

“What happened to making dinner last forever?”

“Did I say forever?” He dipped his head and indulged in another one of her habit-forming kisses. Her divine lips parted for his and their tongues dueled then danced, swirling around and around.

Kemper drew back when the sudden ding announced their arrival on the sixteenth floor. He placed his palm in the small of her back and guided her off the elevator, pushing her ahead of him.

“We’re this way,” she said, walking a few paces to the right.

Watching those perfect hips sway, Kemper released a masculine growl and tried to control the unnerving urges welling inside him. His cock thrummed in his slacks. His balls seemed heavier with each step. “You’re in trouble, beautiful.”

“Promises, promises,” she teased.

They entered the suite with Kemper loosening his tie and Carly kicking off her high heels. Seconds later, he ripped open his shirt, pinned her to the wall, and slammed the door to their hotel room.

Crushing the weight of his body against hers, he whispered, “Tell me something, baby. Have I ever made a promise that I didn’t keep?”

Three

Carly was need-ridden, totally lust-driven. The groping in the foyer had quickly turned into an insatiable grind. Their bodies came together as if a chemical compound held them in place. Even their ravenous desires couldn’t separate them for the greater good. They couldn’t put enough distance between them long enough to strip away their clothes.

Kemper’s kisses were maddening, yet controlled. He forced her lips apart with a tantalizing tongue, thrusting inside her mouth with a hunger she couldn’t explain, but she could certainly feed. In that particular moment, she took better than she gave.

Kemper kissed her into complete submission, making her want with an unexplainable craving. He drove her crazy and pushed her well beyond her limits. The worst thing about it? He damn well knew how to manipulate her body and leave her yearning for far more than he was willing to give her in the short run.

Lifting her to him, Kemper yanked her short dress high above her thighs, dry humping until she could’ve sworn she felt his hard cock impaling her. His engorged head stabbed at his slacks and punctured her dampened panties. Each new thrust left another inch of material buried between her saturated folds.

“Have you missed me, babe?” He slammed his body against hers and gave her the kind of kiss that made mountains move and dwellings shake. She met his movements with a strangled cry, a breathless whisper, perhaps a drawn-out sigh. Pushing against her, he worked his hips in a circular motion, driving her right up to the brink of climax.

“Oh God, Kemper,” she rasped.

“Tell me all about it, beautiful.” He watched her then as if he had every intention of tormenting her. He wanted her to beg. He liked to hear her grovel.

Stretching her neck, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the way his mouth traveled up and down her neck. Planting pecks along the underside of her jaw, he asked, “Have you missed having my cock inside you?”

“God, yes,” she replied, wrenching away from the wall and bearing down on his thick penis. She stroked him with her hand, digging her nails into his slacks, longing to rip them apart, tear them to shreds.

The sex fest was straight ahead. She felt the pulse of his member, the warmth in his shaft. Heat pooled around her folds and she released a sudden gasp as his sinful mouth went to her ear.

“Damn you for going in that restaurant,” he breathed, gripping her ass and holding her body against his rigid form.