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    By West Greene

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    Forbidden Age Gap Girl-Next-Door Romance

    He's thirteen years older than me, and the fact that he's interested in me should be a red flag. And it would be... if I wasn't absolutely infatuated with him, too.

    We're sneaking around behind my parents' back while I'm on break from college, but Jenson is territorial and possessive. He wants me all to himself. Which means he doesn't want to keep hiding.

    And when he gives me that ultimatum, will I finally be open about what we're doing, or will I let my fear end everything between us?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTiff Thomas
    Release dateSep 24, 2024
    ISBN9798215311851
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    West Greene

    West Greene is a romance author that specializes in short, steamy books and serials.She loves to write about billionaires, bad boys, CEOs, forbidden relationships, and other romance tropes that are sure to keep her readers hooked.She can currently be found on Facebook and Instagram.

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      Forbidden - West Greene

      PROLOGUE

      Holly

      EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY

      Isighed and stared up at my ceiling, wishing I was happier that I was finally turning eighteen today. So many people got excited about it since it was such a big day. It was the year I was officially supposed to be considered an adult. Life was supposed to be great. I was supposed to get more freedom. Be able to have more fun.

      Unless that person was like me and born in September, which meant I still had the entire school year to go before I could really branch out and just be me.

      Huffing, I rolled over, looking out my open curtains to the house next to me. Someone had moved into that house a couple of days ago, but I hadn’t seen them yet. Cheer practice had been keeping me too busy, but today was Sunday, which meant no obligations until later when I went out with my best friend, Ginger, to celebrate my birthday.

      My eyes widened when I saw the neighbor in the room directly across from mine. He had just gotten out of the shower. Water was running in rivulets down his chest as he towel-dried his hair, and he hadn’t bothered to pull a towel around his waist.

      I swallowed thickly, unable to rip my eyes away. I continued to stare, drinking him in. His shoulders were broad, his arms thick and corded with muscles, his veins standing out against his tanned skin. It was clear he worked in the sun. Even from my position on the bed, I could see where his tan sort of cut off, his skin turning a lighter shade where the sun didn’t touch his body as often.

      Hair was splattered across his chest in dark curls, and I suddenly had the urge to sink my fingers in that hair, tug a little. I bet his chest would be hard and toned, just as it looked, and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip at the mere thought of getting to touch someone who looked as good as him.

      He didn’t have abs, but his belly was flat with a line of curly, dark hair that matched the hair on his chest, except it led straight down to⁠—

      Oh my God.

      He was hard, his shaft thick and jutting out from his body. I ached between my legs, a small moan crawling out of my throat. I wasn’t a virgin by any means, but no guy I had ever fucked had a cock like that. I knew it would burn when it stretched me, but that burn—that ache—would be all-consuming, would send me tumbling over the edge so easily.

      And I bet a man like that knew how to use it, too. Knew how to get a woman off so she wouldn’t have to go home and finish the job herself… like I’d done so many times now with my boyfriend.

      He took a seat on his bed and leaned back against the wall, his hairy thighs spread, giving me a view of his heavy balls. I whimpered, my fingers already under the waistband of my sleep shorts, playing with my clit. So, when he gripped his thick cock in his hand and began to stroke it, his head falling back against the wall, I had to cover my mouth with my hand so I wouldn’t alert my parents to what I was doing.

      My breathing increased, becoming labored, when his lips parted the slightest bit, his hand moving faster over his shaft. Every couple of strokes, he tightened his fist at his head and ran his thumb over the slit, gathering the precum leaking from his tip.

      I was panting, my body wound too tight, desperate to come, but I wanted to see him come first. I was infatuated with men coming. I loved the way their muscles tightened, how lost in pure ecstasy they looked. I couldn’t get enough of the way cum would coat their chest, their belly, and their hand as they finished themselves off. And God, the way they moaned…

      He was moving even faster now, and I wished I could hear the way his hand moved over his dick. I wished I could actually see how slick his precum was making him.

      I swallowed a whimper, my lips parting. I was so fucking close. My body was trembling, my legs were shaking, and my hips were chasing my hand, desperately seeking the same thing I was.

      Finally, fucking finally, his mouth fell open, his throat muscles tightened, and cum spurted over his chest and belly. I bit my fist as I came, my eyes rolling back in my head.

      When I opened my eyes, my neighbor was cleaning himself off with the towel he’d been drying his hair with. He looked up, and our eyes locked. My cheeks darkened.

      My hot as fuck new neighbor just caught me with my hand in my pants… while looking in his direction.

      Fuck.

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      Holly

      Jenson ran his hands up my thighs, his dark-eyed gaze locked on mine. My breath hitched in my throat when his breath fanned over my dripping core. I was so wet. So ready and eager for him. I desperately needed his cock to fill me, but fuck, he’d been teasing me. Always teasing me and never giving me what I truly wanted, even if he always left me satisfied.

      So wet for me, he rasped. His voice sent shivers down my spine. He nipped at the tender skin of my inner thigh before unexpectedly swiping his tongue through my folds. I moaned, my fingers twisting in the sheets as my back arched just the slightest bit.

      His tongue was fucking magical.

      So sweet, he murmured. His lips wrapped around my clit⁠—

      I jerked awake, my heart pounding in my chest. Mom was downstairs banging pots and pans, no doubt getting ready to make breakfast, which I had a feeling was what had yanked me out of my dream. I cursed and glared up at my ceiling. I knew my mom was excited to have me back home for the Christmas holidays, but couldn’t a girl sleep in at least the first day home?

      In this house, apparently not.

      Muttering under my breath about being woken up from my very hot dream starring my even hotter neighbor, I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of sleep shorts. While it was damn near thirty degrees outside, my mom kept this house sweltering hot in the winter since she was so cold-natured. Leggings in this house was near impossible for me to wear unless I was planning to go outside, and even then, I was usually sweating by the time I made it downstairs to the front door.

      I walked over to my window and pushed it open, hoping to let out some of the heat. Sweat was clinging to my skin already. It was a miracle I’d managed to actually sleep instead of tossing and turning all night.

      After brushing my teeth, I shoved my feet into my bedroom slippers and headed downstairs. Mom beamed at me when I emerged from the living room and into the kitchen. Good morning, honey. Coffee is ready. Want to help me make breakfast?

      I shrugged as I moved toward the coffee maker. Every weekend during high school when I was home and not

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