Taken by Best Friends

By Carla Pearce

Lilly is a thirty something drained by her divorce.
Disappointed with relationships and not looking for another one just yet, she moves to live alone. Back to being single after ten years.
Unexpectedly she meets a neighbor next door who'll be willing to not only fix her heart but fulfill her secret fantasies as well...

~14 000 word novelette touching categories like anal, MMF and older woman.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carla Pearce
• Release date: Jan 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310005527

Carla Pearce

I'm an independent erotica author who lives with her incredibly supportive husband and our baby, Nina, the dog. My fascination with human sexuality and everything erotic and sensual goes beyond writing. Having studied arts taught me to think creatively and concentrate on what's truly important in life - love and passion. Oh, and periodically some raw, carnal sex, of course, just to keep the fire burning.

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Taken by Best Friends

Carla Pearce

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Copyright © 2016 by Carla Pearce

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Loved my book? Try: A weekend with the couple

Chapter 1

Where should I leave that? the guy from the moving company inquired me holding the last box of my stuff with a 'miscellaneous' label glued all over it.

Just leave it right here. I'll take care of it. Thanks a lot for your help.

Well, that's what you're paying us for. Although it's much easier with singles. The families take forever to move and on top of that their kids run around making it worse. So it's not much trouble going an extra mile for a woman with just a dozen or so boxes. The delivery guy smirked.

I can imagine... Well, I should start cleaning up, err Mike, I muttered reading the tag on his T-shirt. Thanks for the 'extra mile,' by the way, I added as I slipped twenty dollars as a personal tip into his hand.

Sure. Good luck unpacking. He shook my hand and left.

I had to take a whole day off for moving. I didn't feel like using up my sacred free time over the weekend, and the business was a bit slow these days, so my boss allowed me to have a day off. It was just past midday, and I still had tons of boxes to unpack.

Right. I'll unpack some clothes for tomorrow, the most essential kitchen appliances, and then grab some lunch.

I wasn't that hungry. I just wanted to get it over with. I hated moving, and if I could choose, I'd probably spend the rest of my life in one place. There were thousands of things to do in my leisure time, and moving wasn’t on the list. Okay, maybe not thousands. After a bitter divorce, I didn't particularly feel like going out a lot. Staying home with a pint of chocolate ice cream and watching dating TV shows seemed to me like the best thing to do after a day of work, but I guess it wasn't the best way to help me getting over my cheating slob of an ex-husband.

After a few hours of work, at least I’d managed to tidy up my future single dormitory and most importantly, move the sofa and my brand new TV set.

Suddenly, the bell rang.

Who could that be? I hadn’t given anyone my new address yet. Probably someone was looking for the previous flat owner.

I put down the last batch of folded tops on the bed and rushed towards the door. I opened it hesitantly.

My arteries must have clogged with all that supermarket ice cream I’d eaten because I died and went to heaven staring at a ripped-muscled Greek god.

It was a tall, brown-haired, green-eyed guy from my dreams. He appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties, and he was smiling.

Hi, I've just moved in here, I said. If you are looking for the guy that used to live here, he left me his forwarding address somewhere around here. I can look it up for you. I uttered my words nervously. Okay, he wasn't that ripped, but I noticed he liked sports or at least he didn't hate it and forced himself from time to time for health reasons. He was more of a guy next door type. Not too slim or overly muscular. Just perfect. Moreover, his smile, together with those wide olive eyes, made me forget my name for a split second.

Well, no, thank you. It's kind of you, but actually I came here to see you. He smiled I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. My name is Nick, and I've even brought you a homemade apple pie. I hope you like those. He extended his strong hands towards me, handing me the pie.

Oh,