You had just finished up your first day at your new job; you had received a promotion to become a chief of staff at Tampa General Hospital. It hadn't taken much to convince you to take this job, just the thought of relaxing nights by the Bay, warm summer days and a tan year-round was enough to send you packing within a moment's notice. Though you missed your old colleagues back in Missouri, it was a definite a pleasant change of scenery and pace in Tampa.

Since you were an experienced emergency room physician you were able to afford a very nice home in an affluent Tampa suburb. One that came with its own pool, three car garage and zip code made for an interesting conversation every time you called home to check in with your family. They still couldn't believe that you would just run off to another state, especially one that didn't have any of your family there. On many occasions, you would be on the phone for hours with your mother trying to explain exactly WHY again you decided to do this. But in the end, it seemed like a good life choice.

Your new colleagues seemed very open and friendly. There weren't any of the grudges held against you like you had heard about from horror stories. They genuinely seemed happy to have you on board, and your first day on was definitely a good sign as to what to expect from the future. There never seemed to be a dull moment or a time for you to settle down and catch your breath. Which is why you were looking so forward to go home to your new house and taking a long shower. Immediately to be followed by a nice book read in bed.

As you guided your new Ford Ranger around the neighborhood, you noticed how the houses seemed to thin out as you got nearer to home. In fact, there was only one house past yours in the cul-de-sac, and it was huge. As you pulled into the drive, you noticed a young man sitting on your front step, waiting for you to get home.

You cautiously get out of the truck, pull your briefcase with you and keep your keys handy. Not that it'll do much good, but it's always good to have some sort of defense weapon.

You move slowly up the sidewalk to your door and he stands up to greet you. You immediately notice the ocean blue eyes and the sun-kissed blonde hair poking out from underneath a backward baseball cap.

He squints in the late afternoon sun and you can feel his eyes rake over you in quick perusal of your medical scrubs and slightly out of place ponytail. His smile lights his face in the instant of approval and he finally speaks.

"Hiya, I'm your neighbor from the end of the street. My name's Nick, and I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. Oh and I brought you this little cake that I made for you today while I was home. I hope you like white with white icing…"

"Hi Nick. That was just so sweet of you to make me this cake. What a welcome! Would you like to come in and chat with me while I unwind," you ask.

He nods his head and you move past him to reach the front door. You unlock the door and he follows you inside. Once inside, you immediately pull out your ponytail and shake out the long tresses. You roll your neck from the strain at work and go towards the kitchen.

"Nick, I'm going to put this in the kitchen. Would you like anything to eat or drink while I'm in there? I could fix you a piece of cake or get you a Coke if you'd like," you say.

"Umm, no thanks. I really just came over to meet you and to finally see the inside of this house. If it had been up for sale when I bought mine, I would definitely have bought this place. I love what you've done with it."

You walk back towards his voice and find him now in your living room staring at the décor. You take the time now to assess him as he had done earlier and were not disappointed with the result.

Yes, you are finding more reasons to love Tampa all the time. Your eyes immediately go to his left had and are glad not to find a gold band glinting back at you. Although, in your experience with men, you've noticed, that doesn't always mean anything.

"So, I'm guessing you're a.. doctor or something?" Nick asks, eyeing the scrubs you've got on.

"Something like that.. Chief of staff at Tampa General, actually." you smile.

Nick laughs, "That's cool. I've seen that place a few times! Between me and my brother, it's a wonder our family wasn't camped out in the emergency room!"

Wow... that smile is amazing. Maybe you should invite him over for a 'get to know you' dinner sometime... and you have to admit, you wouldn't mind if he was dessert.

He asks to see the rest of the house and you gladly take him on a tour of your new castle. He compliments you on the new interior design of the house and on the color scheme you picked out for the various rooms. As you make your way into your bedroom, his eyes light up at the sight that greets him.

"Oh my god! You have neon palm trees too? I thought I was the only one who had those, did you have them specially shipped here from New York too? That's where I got mine from…"

You chat about the palm trees and move on to the master bath. He gawks at the size of the whirlpool bathtub that is surrounded by candles and green plants. You then take him into the back yard via the French double doors in your bedroom leading to the back deck. You stay up on the deck as he walks around the grounds and looks everything over.

He comes back up to stand by you and looks out on the ridge along with you. Suddenly you decide to act on pure instinct and ask him to join you for dinner.

"I've never been one to pass up a meal that I didn't have to cook for me, so I will definitely take you up on that offer. Do you need any groceries or anything?"

You mentally calculate what you are going to prepare and decide that you really don't need anything. You head back inside to begin on dinner with the promise that he'll be right back. He thought that he had a bottle of wine somewhere in his house that he thought would be perfect for the occasion.

He smiled to himself as he dug through the contents of his kitchen, searching for that bottle of wine. That had been entirely too easy. Well getting the invite to dinner had been. He'd been hoping you'd ask him. He wasn't about to admit he'd been watching you ever since you moved in, always trying to catch a glimpse of you outside when you were tanning, and then trying to figure out your schedule had been a bitch. He’d noticed immediately that you kept odd hours. But he'd done it, and it had worked perfectly.

He changed clothes, thinking to make himself a little less casual for dinner. He was happy that you were just as charming as he'd imagined you'd be, and the palm trees! Did it get any better than that?? Beautiful, captivating, and great decorating taste. Hell, he could be in love by the time dinner was over.

He grabbed the bottle of wine and walked back over to your house, knocking on the door, and then coming on in after hearing you call "come in". He takes a little sniff at the air as he walks in, inhaling the delicious scent of whatever you've chosen to prepare.

He heads towards the kitchen and finds you at the counter slicing up lettuce for a small tossed salad. You had already prepared the tomatoes, the onions and the carrots and he quickly asks if you need any help. You decline his offer but ask him to pour the wine.

You finally finish preparing the meal and putting the food on the table. He waits patiently for you to come sit down so that he can hold your chair like a true gentleman. After you are seated, he seats himself across from you and begins to start gathering his food.

You had thrown together a quick chicken stir-fry with white rice to go along with the tossed salad. It wasn't much, but a lot wasn't needed tonight. Food really wasn't on your mind and you had a feeling it really wasn't on his either.

As the meal progressed, the questions became more personal between the two of you. What once was simple inquisitions of how old you were turned to life goals and achievements. How many kids did you want to have, if any? Soccer or T-ball? Four bedrooms or five in your dream house? What about divorce, good or bad? Things that weren't normally asked on a first date became comfortable questions to answer.

As you stared at him over your glass of wine, you admire the way his eyes sparkle when he laughs. And the way that his lips curve into that sexy smirk when he thinks something you've said is funny. The reasons kept piling up why you should just give into the man and let the night take its course.

You pick up the dishes from dinner and bring out plates with the cake he brought on them. Lots of icing- which you adore... and have pondered licking off his chest already. You suggest eating dessert on the deck off your bedroom, might as well be close- just in case.

He gives you that smirk after replying 'yes' to your suggestion and follows you through your room out into the balmy night air. You pause on the way through the room, to turn on the lights of the palm trees, casting festive colors around the room when you turn off the rest of the lights. You join him on the deck under the stars. You compliment his culinary ability as you sample the cake, definitely a plus- whether he likes cooking or not, he was definitely capable of making you breakfast the morning after.

You talk more with him, as dessert is consumed and forgotten. You watch him as he talks, paying special attention to his hands as he uses them to animate the stories he tells. You've always had a thing for strong hands, and aren't the least bit surprised when your mind begins conjuring up images of his sliding all over your body.

He sees you watching him and is very aware of the small things you're doing to convey your thoughts- your fingers twirling your hair, sliding around the rim of the cup in front of you, the slow sensual way you lick your lips. He knows he's going to be able to give you exactly the kind of welcome he was hoping for.

As the night air becomes chilly, he asks if you would like to continue the conversation inside. You agreed almost too quickly and you blush at the hidden agenda. You pick up the dirty plates and head inside. He follows behind you to the kitchen and watches as you rinse them off. As you turn to face him, he saunters over towards you and swiftly takes your lips in a fiery kiss. You melt against him and his tongue plunders your mouth in exploration of your taste. He stops to catch his breath and leans his forehead against yours, with his eyes burning into yours.

"Why don't we take this upstairs to the bedroom? I think it's a more appropriate place than the kitchen right now, though that can easily be arranged for later enjoyment…" his eyes light up at the thought and his mouth curves into that sexy smirk once again.

He takes your hand and leads you up the stairs to your bedroom. Once inside he turns to you and begins to finger the thin strap of your tank top before pulling it down your shoulder. He repeats with the other strap and then pushes the bodice down. You had decided earlier in the night to go bra-less, it was too hot and too confining for tonight. His eyes rake over your naked torso and a finger trails from your shoulder down towards your breast. He circles the nipple and it immediately puckers in response. He glances quickly at you, notices how your eyes are closed and your head is tilted back and leans down to take the nipple in his warm mouth.

A soft moan immediately escapes; that perfect mouth felt even more amazing than you imagined it would. Your hands go to his head, tangling in his hair, wanting to keep his head to your breast to continue his attentiveness to your aching breasts. He suckles each breast with the same gentle enthusiasm, obviously loving the responses your giving him.

He pulls his mouth away from you only to quickly slip off your shirt and lay you back on the bed. He quickly returns his attention to your chest, sucking lightly over your breast while gently rolling your nipples between his fingers. His mouth moves across your chest, sending shocks through your body every time he plants a new kiss on you. You want him and you want him now. If you could think straight, you'd tell him that, but your mind is doing things you don't have control over as his lips skim down your stomach. His tongue swirls slowly around your belly button, tracing lazy circles around it before dipping into it, causing you to arch your back and moan loudly.

His hands skim down your sides to rest at your hips. You instinctively raise your hips to help him get your shorts and panties off quickly. He leans back up to take your mouth in another steamy kiss and your hands tug at the khaki pants he is wearing. He sits back on his haunches and unbuttons and unzips the pants, all the while watching your facial expressions as he lowers the zipper more. He crawls off the side of the bed to remove his pants and boxer briefs, standing there in all his naked glory. You lick your lips, knowing fully what is coming.

He climbs back in between your thighs and fingers your wet pussy. He notices how wet you are and brings his fingers to his mouth to suckle on. Your eyes never leave his as he continues to delve between your thighs. He takes your legs and props them up, cradling you to him. As he leans forward, he takes his cock in his hands and slowly nudges your cunt with the head.

You can feel him there, teasing you. You slip down towards him, taking in a deep breath as you feel him begin to enter you. He fills you slowly, making you feel all of his pulsing length as he slides into you. You contract your muscles around him and gasp. Yes, you are SO glad you made the move down here.

He begins moving against you, slowly rocking his hips in a sexy figure eight motion. His lips wander across your neck feathering light kisses here and there. You sigh softly as your hands glide down over his back, and you cup his ass, feeling as good to your hands as it had looked to your eyes earlier in the evening. You try to draw him in deeper to you, and raise your hips to meet his downward motions as he changed the pace, beginning to slide in and out of you faster.

One of your hands slips over his hip and between the two of you, to massage your clit as he thrusts into you. He can feel what you’re doing and he finds it a turn-on, he likes a woman that knows what she wants and how to get it. His teeth graze lightly over your collarbone, skimming out to your shoulder, nipping gently. He can feel his climax building fast and slides slightly down your body, to push your knees a little farther up to your chest to allow him to penetrate you more deeply with each thrust.

You trail your hand up from your clit and towards your breasts to tease your nipples as Nick lifts his head to watch you. The smirk has returned once again and his movements have sped up and increased in power. His lips crash against yours and his tongue slips into your mouth just as you feel him tensing up, moaning in the kiss. Your hands quickly move to his back, your nails skidding across his flesh as you feel him cumming hard inside you. He continues to thrust until you’re shrieking in your own release, head pressed back into the pillows, muscles clenching around his cock.

He pulls out and lays beside you, his hands wandering over your still trembling body, caressing you lightly. He leans over to kiss you once more and says, “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

You laugh softly and bring your hand to his chest, your fingernail tracing around his nipple. “Thanks… I think I could really learn to like this place.”