Anna sits in the dark every night and watches her HOT NEIGHBOR Nick,
get UNDRESSED.
Then one day, he CATCHES her.
But Nick isn't just her neighbor. He's also her DAD'S BEST FRIEND...
Find out how things get complicated in a sneak peek of It's Complicated, a HOT #New romance from Missy Johnson.
get UNDRESSED.
Then one day, he CATCHES her.
But Nick isn't just her neighbor. He's also her DAD'S BEST FRIEND...
Find out how things get complicated in a sneak peek of It's Complicated, a HOT #New romance from Missy Johnson.
SNEAK PEEK
We’ve been playing a game of cat and mouse all week. She watches me, I acknowledge it, and we continue it the next night. But this time when I stand in front of my window, it’s different. I frown as I watch her, trying to put my finger on exactly what it is. She paces in front of her window and keeps glancing over at mine like she's waiting for me.
I flick on my lamp, so she knows that I'm there, and then watch her with interest. She stops when she notices the light, turning so she’s facing me. I swear she’s looking right at me as her fingers move up toward the top button on her shirt. I shift on the spot, my heart pounding. What is she doing—? And then it hits me.
Oh, my god, she's getting undressed in front of me.
Stripping. I think the word I’m looking for is stripping.
My best friend’s daughter is about to perform a strip tease for me.
Oh, shit. Fuck, this isn’t good.
Of course, the horny side of me thinks this is fucking awesome. I’m fighting a battle between two sides of myself where I feel like there will be no winner. Fuck. What do I do? Look away, you creepy asshole. Embarrassed, I whip my head around to the side, but then I turn back because I can't bring myself to not look. She slides her shirt off and my cock springs into action. Any chance of me not watching is long gone by now. I know I’m going to regret this, and I’m okay with that. Well, right now, I’m fine with it. Later might be a different story.
With both hands outstretched on the bed behind me, I lean back—mainly to stop myself from doing something even stupider, like grabbing hold of my cock and jacking off. With her shirt gone, she reaches behind her back to unclasp her white, lacy bra. My heart pounds as she glances down, and then looks up, directly at me. I can't breathe because his whole thing is utterly incredible. Is she making the playing field even? Is that what this was about? Or is she getting off on this is much as I am? So many possibilities…
I watch, mesmerized, as she lowers each strap over her creamy white shoulders, threading her arms free. She still holds the bra to her breasts, not letting go until she looks up and meets my eyes. With both of our lights on, we can clearly see each other. There are no secrets. Everything is out in the open. I swallow hard as she moves her arms free, letting the bra fall to the ground. I stare at her perfectly rounded breasts in shock, wanting nothing more than to close my mouth over them and suck the fuck out of those stiff little nipples.
Running my hand through my hair, I’m not sure what to do with myself. I stand up, but then I sit back down. I sit forward, but then my erection gets in the way, and I move back. I look back up at her, and she smiles. For the love of God, she's smiling at me. I let out a low groan, so completely turned on. The more worked up I get, the more she smiles.
She’s loving this.
Her hands move down, and she places her thumbs beneath the band of her skirt. Slowly, she lowers it down over her thighs, then down over the rest of her legs, until she’s standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of panties. I wet my lips and swallow, watching her as she turns around. She reaches for the hair clip holding her messy bun together and pulls it out. Her blond curls cascade halfway down her back. She turns back around and runs her fingers through her hair. I groan because all I can do is stare at that tiny scrap of material covering her pussy. I shiver, aching to see what's underneath it. She walks over to the window and leans against it, staring at me, a tiny smirk playing on her lips. She raises her eyebrows, and then I realize.
She's not going to show me.
“Come on,” I growl, frustrated. I frown at her and shake my head. She laughs and reaches for her lamp, switching it off. “Fuck,” I mumble, falling back onto my bed.
I think I just got blue balled.
Sighing, I crawl up to the pillows and flop down face first, then reach over and switch off my light. I lay there in the darkness, thinking about what I’d just witnessed. I replay it over and over in my mind, each time waiting for those tiny panties to come off, and maybe see a finger slide in there, but the ending never changes.
I flick on my lamp, so she knows that I'm there, and then watch her with interest. She stops when she notices the light, turning so she’s facing me. I swear she’s looking right at me as her fingers move up toward the top button on her shirt. I shift on the spot, my heart pounding. What is she doing—? And then it hits me.
Oh, my god, she's getting undressed in front of me.
Stripping. I think the word I’m looking for is stripping.
My best friend’s daughter is about to perform a strip tease for me.
Oh, shit. Fuck, this isn’t good.
Of course, the horny side of me thinks this is fucking awesome. I’m fighting a battle between two sides of myself where I feel like there will be no winner. Fuck. What do I do? Look away, you creepy asshole. Embarrassed, I whip my head around to the side, but then I turn back because I can't bring myself to not look. She slides her shirt off and my cock springs into action. Any chance of me not watching is long gone by now. I know I’m going to regret this, and I’m okay with that. Well, right now, I’m fine with it. Later might be a different story.
With both hands outstretched on the bed behind me, I lean back—mainly to stop myself from doing something even stupider, like grabbing hold of my cock and jacking off. With her shirt gone, she reaches behind her back to unclasp her white, lacy bra. My heart pounds as she glances down, and then looks up, directly at me. I can't breathe because his whole thing is utterly incredible. Is she making the playing field even? Is that what this was about? Or is she getting off on this is much as I am? So many possibilities…
I watch, mesmerized, as she lowers each strap over her creamy white shoulders, threading her arms free. She still holds the bra to her breasts, not letting go until she looks up and meets my eyes. With both of our lights on, we can clearly see each other. There are no secrets. Everything is out in the open. I swallow hard as she moves her arms free, letting the bra fall to the ground. I stare at her perfectly rounded breasts in shock, wanting nothing more than to close my mouth over them and suck the fuck out of those stiff little nipples.
Running my hand through my hair, I’m not sure what to do with myself. I stand up, but then I sit back down. I sit forward, but then my erection gets in the way, and I move back. I look back up at her, and she smiles. For the love of God, she's smiling at me. I let out a low groan, so completely turned on. The more worked up I get, the more she smiles.
She’s loving this.
Her hands move down, and she places her thumbs beneath the band of her skirt. Slowly, she lowers it down over her thighs, then down over the rest of her legs, until she’s standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of panties. I wet my lips and swallow, watching her as she turns around. She reaches for the hair clip holding her messy bun together and pulls it out. Her blond curls cascade halfway down her back. She turns back around and runs her fingers through her hair. I groan because all I can do is stare at that tiny scrap of material covering her pussy. I shiver, aching to see what's underneath it. She walks over to the window and leans against it, staring at me, a tiny smirk playing on her lips. She raises her eyebrows, and then I realize.
She's not going to show me.
“Come on,” I growl, frustrated. I frown at her and shake my head. She laughs and reaches for her lamp, switching it off. “Fuck,” I mumble, falling back onto my bed.
I think I just got blue balled.
Sighing, I crawl up to the pillows and flop down face first, then reach over and switch off my light. I lay there in the darkness, thinking about what I’d just witnessed. I replay it over and over in my mind, each time waiting for those tiny panties to come off, and maybe see a finger slide in there, but the ending never changes.
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MORE ABOUT IT'S COMPLICATED
They call him the Anaconda, and I'm pretty sure it isn’t because he likes snakes.
Nick Jenson is my neighbor. My hot, oh-so-sexy, very-well-equipped neighbor that I’d spend hours watching from the safety of my bedroom window.
I saw lots of things I probably shouldn’t have. Sometimes I’d touch myself, imagining it were his hands roaming over my body instead of my own. I had just one mission—to find out if the rumors were true.
Then one day, he caught me watching him.
I was mortified. I was prepared to quit college, move to another country, and live the rest of my life saying, “Nick who?” But, apparently, life had other ideas.
Because Nick? Well, he isn’t just my neighbor … He’s also my father’s best friend. If I thought things were difficult before, they were about to get a whole lot more complicated.
Oh, and those rumors? Holy fuck, were they true …
They call him the Anaconda, and I'm pretty sure it isn’t because he likes snakes.
Nick Jenson is my neighbor. My hot, oh-so-sexy, very-well-equipped neighbor that I’d spend hours watching from the safety of my bedroom window.
I saw lots of things I probably shouldn’t have. Sometimes I’d touch myself, imagining it were his hands roaming over my body instead of my own. I had just one mission—to find out if the rumors were true.
Then one day, he caught me watching him.
I was mortified. I was prepared to quit college, move to another country, and live the rest of my life saying, “Nick who?” But, apparently, life had other ideas.
Because Nick? Well, he isn’t just my neighbor … He’s also my father’s best friend. If I thought things were difficult before, they were about to get a whole lot more complicated.
Oh, and those rumors? Holy fuck, were they true …
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A New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Missy lives in a small town in Victoria, Australia with her husband and her confused pets (a dog who thinks that she is a cat, a cat who thinks he is a dog...you get the picture).
When she's not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.
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