An age gap, first time filthy short story featuring one dangerously short dress, an older neighbor who doesn’t believe in self-control with his breeding obsession, Mother’s Day misbehavior, and a filthy-sweet HEA.

Mother’s Day was supposed to be wholesome. Oops.

He’s older. Off limits. And lives just one house away.

I told myself I was home to cook brunch for Mother’s Day.

I told myself I was just borrowing sugar.

I lie to myself a lot. It’s fine.

Now I’m at his doorstep in a dress I shouldn’t have worn, asking for something I definitely didn’t need… And somehow, I ended up on his counter, under his hands, and way too full of bad decisions.

This break from college was supposed to be wholesome. Instead, I can’t stop thinking about the man next door—and what he’s planning to do to me next.