My Alluring Neighbor

Before I could get any closer, Demi's eyes snapped open. Startled, I swallowed hard and managed an awkward smile. "Hey, are you okay?"

I knew I should turn around and get out of there immediately, but my feet felt like they were lead.

Somewhere deep down, a flicker of anticipation flared up, though I couldn't quite admit to myself what I was hoping for.

As I approached, Demi slowed her hand, and her moans trailed off into shaky sighs.

Each sound was like a match dropped into a pool of gasoline. I was burning up. My body was so tight and strained that I felt like I might explode.

After a long moment, Demi slowly withdrew her hand from beneath her skirt and looked up at me.

Her eyes were misty and fixed on me with an intoxicating intensity. "Help me. I've been drugged. I can't stand it…"

That explained it. I had wondered why she was losing control in the stairwell when her front door was only a dozen steps away. Even the most desperate person could usually make it that far.

As much as my own lust was peaking, and as much as I had fantasized about Demi, I still had a shred of a moral compass. Taking advantage of a woman in that state wasn't who I was.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my sleeve and asked if she needed an ambulance or if I should drive her to the hospital.

Demi shook her head, refusing the hospital.

After a while, she took a ragged breath and spoke softly. "C-Can you just carry me home? I don't have the strength to walk."

"Of course," I said without thinking. Truthfully, I was more than willing.

I turned away for a second to adjust my pants and took a long, steadying breath. Then, I turned back, leaned down, and scooped her up.

The moment I lifted her, her arms instinctively wound around my neck.

I looked down, and those perfect curves I'd been dreaming about were right there, inches from my face.

I took a sharp breath, and in an instant, an indescribable fragrance rushed into my nostrils.

The short walk to her door felt like trekking through fire. Every step was a blur of excitement and agonizing tension.

In the haze, I heard Demi whisper, "Sir, you're burning up."

I licked my dry lips and grunted, "Pretty sure you're the one who's burning. You're rubbing off on me."

Demi let out a faint chuckle and retorted, "No, it's definitely you…"

As she spoke, her hand slipped inside the collar of my shirt.

The door clicked open just then. I carried her inside and closed the door behind us with a heavy thud.

The second I set Demi on the ground, she grabbed the hem of my shirt and started pulling it over my head.

She was so desperate that, for a moment, it felt like our roles had flipped.

Short, heavy gasps echoed through the vast living room, though I couldn't tell if they were hers or mine.