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be kept waiting.”
    Oh believe me, if I could help it, you’d never be left wanting again.
    Shelby does look like a nice young lady in that professional getup she’s got on. But those red heels and that devilish sense of humor tell a different story. As my eyes roam over her body my mind wanders to the night we shared. I’d let her keep her little red shoes on this time, if she wanted.
    Time to move things along before I forget all about our friendship pact and lock myself up with Shelby in one of these closets. I nudge my make-believe fiancée (fuck, it stings to even think about that jokingly) and tilt my head to the door. She asks the realtor one last question about the neighborhood nightlife, then wrinkles her nose at me. “We’ll be in touch,” she says.
    “I think we can do better,” she whispers as the two of us walk out. “I’ve got a feeling about the next place.”
    “Glad you’re finding this all so entertaining, Mrs. Cooper Knox,” I tell her, because I have to get in at least one dig of my own.
    She punches me lightly in the arm. “Hey, I’m keeping my name!”

    S helby’s real estate instincts turn out to be solid.
    The four-bedroom house off Peachtree looks even better than it did in the pictures. Recently remodeled, clean lines, not so much square footage that I’d need to buy a ton of new furniture to fill it. The realtor flips a switch to turn on the outdoor lighting, and Shelby and I both gasp at the reveal: a huge, awesome backyard with a sleek infinity pool and a covered area for outdoor entertaining. Sold.
    Shelby takes a stroll around the pool while I take a seat on a couch in the outdoor lounge and start filling out the application.
    “Anything we can do to expedite the process?” I ask the realtor.
    “Sure,” she says, “I just need you to fill out this rental contract and I need to touch base with the owners.”
    “That’d be great.”
    She steps inside the house, leaving me to my paperwork and Shelby to her sightseeing.
    Home sweet home, I think as I take another look around. I won’t be missing my place in New York, even if it did have some pretty sick views.
    The view out here isn’t so bad either. Shelby is reclining on a lounge chair as she checks her phone. That dress she has on is hugging her every curve, and I’m not having too much trouble picturing her lying there in a very small bikini. Or picturing myself striding across the yard, taking that phone away from her and kneeling between her legs to trail my tongue up her inner thigh, slowly working my way toward the mound between her legs, until her pussy is soaking wet, until she’s got her hands fisted in my hair, begging for it as she bites her lip and moans . . .
    My place, my rules. If I wanted to make Shelby come several times in a row on my open-air patio, that’s my business. And if she wanted to return the favor by taking my rock-hard cock in her sweet little mouth and sucking me until I lose control, that’d be between us, too.
    My mind strays dangerously quickly toward No one would have to know territory. This woman is a terrible influence on me.
    “Lots of space for barbecues and pool parties!” Shelby calls out, sadly still fully dressed back here in reality, not in Knox lalaland. She strolls back over my way, her hips swaying with every step.
    Keep it together, Knox. “I’ll put you on the housewarming committee,” I respond. She has a way of warming things right up. Including me.
    She settles down on the other end of the couch, keeping me at arm’s length. Smart girl. I eye the foot of space between us, and the air in it practically seems to vibrate with heat waves.
    “I’m starving. Know any ballplayers who’d buy a girl a drive-through dinner for her troubles?”
    “I can think of one who might be willing to spring for a burger, but no extras.”
    “Please inform him that I can float him the cash if he’s feeling the squeeze.”
    I arch an eyebrow at her. “I think the rules of