I moved into this one-bedroom apartment six months ago. It’s nothing special but it’s everything I need. It also comes with Tanner, when he decides to drop in unannounced. His parents own the apartment, but with them newly retired and off travelling the world they left their properties, and the real estate business they own, to their son. Their olive-skinned, blue-eyed son.

Can you really blame me for not changing the locks? I know, I know it’s for my safety, but the one person I would be locking out brings me coffee with a side of orgasms.

Feeling his gaze behind me, I take a sip of my coffee and turn to face him. He’s leaning on the door frame with his arms folded across his chest, the corner of his lips turning up into a smirk. I meet his eyes, now realising that I’m only wearing a white camisole and lace thong. The phone call that had woken me had sent me into a frenzy and I hadn’t grabbed my robe.

Looking up at him through my lashes I see that he’s dressed for work; dark wash denim jeans and a crisp linen button-down shirt. His suit jacket, which is currently draped across one of the kitchen stools, ties everything together. Sophisticated yet casual. The way his sleeves are rolled up shows off his tattoos, I find myself dragging my bottom lip through my teeth at the sight. His hair isn’t messy today either, which means he is in the work car and not on his bike.

“You know, if you had called first, or even knocked, I would have made sure I was dressed appropriately for company.” I lie, again, there is something about his attention that I crave. He chuckles, the sound alone sending goosebumps down my spine.

“No complaints from me.” Tanner shrugs, taking a step closer, his ridiculously sexy smirk now reaching his eyes. My lips part, ready to tell him he can let himself out, but before I can, he closes the gap between us. With one firm finger he tips my chin up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“Why do you do that?” He sighs, taking the coffee cup from my hands and placing it down. “I can see that you want to tell me to leave, when really, I know you want me to stay.” Gripping my hips, he lifts me onto the island and stands between my legs. In this position, I can feel his length growing in his jeans.

“Tanner,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for. My hands are pressed against his chest and I’m only a heartbeat away from pushing him backwards, yet he’s right, all I want to do is pull him closer. Dammit Kinsley, pull yourself together.