Eye Candy

About Eye Candy I see them staring. Blame the scar that’s carved from my chest to face, or my reputation as a beast. Keeping to myself keeps others from knowing how I got this way. Then she moves in next door. My sexy neighbor seems to revel in me watching her most intimate moments. The kicker? She wants to watch me. What’s the harm in staging sinful shows across our shared fence line? No words. No contact. Just how I want it. But weeks of teasing hits a boiling point when we collide at the store and find our chemistry’s even hotter in person. The first words Lyla says to me? An indecent proposal no man could refuse. Eye Candy is a short, scorching hot standalone m/f erotic romance with a little m/f/m/m surprise. If you like voyeurism, exhibitionism, and menage, this one’s for you. The story contains no cheating and an HEA is guaranteed! Eye Candy A Sugar & Spice erotic romance Tawna Fenske This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Text copyright © 2023 Tawna Fenske All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the author. www.tawnafenske.com Cover design by Craig Zagurski Created with Vellum Also in the Sugar & Spice erotic romance series Eye Candy (Lyla and Aidan) Tough Cookie (Skye and Devon) Honey Do (Nina and Josh) A note to my awesome readers Hello, lovely! If you’re looking for one of my fluffy rom-coms that’s heavy on heart and light on heat, you may want to stop here. No hard feelings! See, years ago, I ghost-wrote erotic romance under a pen name. I’d almost forgotten until a surprise email from my publisher explained they’d discontinued the pen name and granted me rights to the two books I’d written. Did I want to do anything with them? Uh…yeah! Writing these tales in the first place was a kick in the pants, and I loved returning to the spicy world of no-holds-barred sexytimes laced with kinky fuckery. I re-wrote and re-edited the two existing books to add more of my rom-com voice and connect the stories together. Then I went and wrote a third book to round out the trio. The Sugar & Spice books are short, not sweet, and packed with heat. If you’ve read this far, I hope you enjoy these racy tales of couples exploring their sexual desires with a little help from their friends. Happy reading, my friendly fellow perv! Hugs & kisses & awkward butt pats, Tawna Contents 1. Chapter 1 Lyla 2. Chapter 2 Aidan 3. Chapter 3 Lyla 4. Chapter 4 Aidan 5. Chapter 5 Lyla 6. Chapter 6 Aidan 7. Chapter 7 Lyla 8. Chapter 8 Aidan 9. Chapter 9 Lyla 10. Chapter 10 Aidan 11. Chapter 11 Lyla 12. Chapter 12 Aidan 13. Chapter 13 Lyla 14. Chapter 14 Aidan 15. Chapter 15 Lyla Epilogue 16. Your exclusive sneak peek at Tough Cookie Skye Don’t Miss Out! About the Author Also by Tawna Fenske Chapter 1 Lyla “Where’d we put the penis straws?” My co-worker catches my arm, dislodging a dick-shaped balloon from my mouth. We watch as the limp love log sputters past the bar and flops at the base of a sign that says, “Beth’s Bachelorette Party.” I turn back to my colleague. “The straws are on the buffet.” I’m not sure where I set them among the peen cuisine. “Maybe try looking between the beefcake kabobs and the pecker pizza?” “Thanks.” She scurries off and I pick another cock balloon from the pack. The party doesn’t start for ten minutes, but early arrivals have already found the Panty Dropper cocktails. Blowing a shock of hair off my forehead, I inflate the last meatsicle for the centerpiece. Beyoncé blasts through the stereo as new arrivals file past befuddled randos at the bar. Our colleague’s quickie wedding didn’t give us much time to find private event space, but we’re making do with the watering hole next door. Jill from IT confers with Kim from accounting at a bistro table nearby. Jill leans on the wall, one hand resting on the the pin-the-junk-on-the-hunk board. “Ron loves watching threesome porn together.” She giggles and takes a sip of her drink. “It’s so naughty, but what’s the harm?” “Absolutely,” Kim agrees. “It’s not like we’d ever really do it. But you’ve gotta keep things spicy.” Ain’t that the truth. Not that I’m an expert on long-term relationships, but spicy sounds good to me. Jill stirs her drink with a cock straw and leans closer to Kim. “How do you and Pete keep things sexy?” “Well.” Kim coughs and gives a wicked grin. “We play this game sometimes where I’m a burlesque dancer and he pays me for a lap dance.” I cover a smile and think of my grandma. She’s a burlesque dancer—a real one—or she was before she retired to raise me when my parents died. A glance at my watch confirms it’s too late to call. Grandma’s tied up tonight leading Dotty’s Dirty Book Club at her retirement home. Let’s just say having a guardian like Grams explains a lot about how I turned out. At the table beside me, Jill’s sharing her own tale of how she and her husband keep things exciting. “Sometimes, Ron pretends to pick me up in a bar,” she says. “Like we’re strangers or something. It’s so hot.” “I love it!” Kim must sense me listening because she waves me over. “Lyla, you’re our resident single girl—come tell us the wildest thing you’ve ever done.” No way. Not in a million years. Not if I want my sweet, kindhearted co-workers to keep seeing me as one of them. I’m still fairly new to the team and can’t