Love Me, Love My Sweetcheeks

Josh Sommers just wants to mind his own business, but when the mailman keeps getting Josh's mail mixed up with that of Ali Summers, his sinfully tempting neighbor from across the hall, he has to put up with suggestive come-ons from Sweetcheeks the parrot. Not that he wouldn't mind putting some of Sweetcheeks' suggestions to use with Ali, but is he willing to risk his heart?

Ali has a severe case of the 'hots' for her handsome neighbor Josh, but he resists her efforts to lead him into tempatation. With a little help from Sweetcheeks, a red phone, and some sexy talk, will Ali finally have her way with the sexy hunk?

29 Pages
Sensual

Excerpt:

“Ooh. Mmm. Oh, that feels good. Lower, lower. Oh yeah, that’s the spot.” Alisia Summers clutched the sheet as relaxation flooded through her, leaving her a limp heap on the dining room table.

Her best friend Lauren, a certified massage therapist, chuckled and wiped her hands on a small towel. “You sound like you’re in the throes of ecstasy.”

Alisia opened one eye. “I wish.” She pulled herself up and swung her legs over the edge of the table, pulling on her housecoat. “That was wonderful. Thanks.”

Lauren smiled as she tightened the lid on the small bottle of lotion. “Honestly, Ali, you’re the only person I know who would lie on a dining room table for a massage.”

Ali shrugged and hopped off the table, thrusting her red tipped toes into soft slippers. “With this mattress pad, it’s just perfect. And you know very well I’d fall asleep if I was lying on the bed. Besides,” she said with a mischievous smile, “if I go to your office I have to pay.”

“Don’t think you’re getting off that easily. You’re paying for take-out tomorrow night and I’m in the mood for Chinese.”

“I’m in the mood for a man.” Ali sighed in frustration and flopped onto the couch, tucking her legs beneath her. “Surely there’s got to be a guy out there who’s in the mood for a woman. Someone who’s straight, not a mass murderer or crawling with some disease not even known to man. I mean really, what happened to all the guys we went to school with who just wanted to get into our pants?”

“They’re getting into someone else’s pants,” Lauren said dryly, helping herself to some potato chips from the bowl on the coffee table. “The problem is the woman to man ratio. Statistics show there are two women to every man.”