Page 109 of A Bossy Roommate

In his bedroom—ourbedroom—he lays me on the bed.

I need him, need to feel his solid chest against mine, need to remind myself that this is really happening.

I’m actually getting my happy ending.

Carter sits back, clearly enjoying my eyes on him, his black T-shirt straining against his muscular chest. I swear he wears those shirts on purpose because he knows what they do to me.

Slowly and with one hand, he pulls the shirt off from behind his neck, and before he even has a chance to toss it to the side, I run my hands up that chiseled torso, feeling his primal energy, sensing the hawk’s intensity, and grabbing his broad shoulders so I can pull him back down into another kiss.

His deft fingers undo the buttons of my blouse, not even bothering to take it off before folding it open and reaching in for my bra-covered breasts. I moan into his touch, arching my back to bring myself as close to him as I can.

Everything this man does sets my body on fire. His touch does things to me I never dreamed possible. I had known love before, at least I thought I had. But everything with Carter is different. He’s different. Not only in comparison to the othermen I’ve been with, but to the version of him I’d met not too long ago.

Even tonight, something has changed. There’s a shift between us, and I know exactly what it is.

We’re all in.

Both of us are committing to this relationship, to each other. Tonight, we’re not two people seeking a comforting touch and a few hours of pleasure.

We’re Carter and Eden, officially living together—and becoming more than just a fake couple that accidentally share an apartment.

Regardless of our status, honesty and communication are the foundation of any relationship, particularly in its early stages. I know I need to inform Carter about Gretchen and my inappropriate disclosure of certain information to her.

“Take off your clothes, baby,” he growls into my ear, and I shudder at the rub down he gives me, grazing the shell of my ear with his jaw.

With that and the deep, leathery musk that invades my nose, I forget all of my good intentions.

Somewhere very, very deep inside of me, a voice assures me that I can tell him everything later, after all, there’s really no point—absolutely zero—in raining on the parade of a perfect moment with a half-baked hypothesis.

So, without a care in the world, I shrug out of my blouse, desperate to feel Carter’s bare skin against mine. Kissing me, and giving me more of that sexy stubble, he reaches around to undo my bra. Once the fabric is impatiently discarded by me and tossed somewhere across the room, two strong hands cup my naked breasts.

“So fucking beautiful. You have gorgeous breasts, I noticed the first time I saw you,” he snarls against my lips, giving them a squeeze. “Perfect size and shape.”

My nipples pucker and ache under his touch.

“Perfect for my hands,” he growls, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

I release a little whimper, and my hips buck involuntarily against his growing bulge.

I kiss my way to his neck, and I feel him shudder as my lips brush the sensitive spot just below his ear. I wrap my lips around it and suck greedily, and I’m so caught up that when he plucks my nipples and pinches them lightly between his fingers, I break off to moan in sudden pleasure.

“And perfect for my mouth.”

He leans his head down, and my hands are in his hair as his tongue licks around my nipple. Every nerve starts tingling with happiness. A prickle awakens between my legs when his tongue circles once more and then softly, almost accidentally, brushes over my nipple. Slowly, he begins to suck it in, sending tingles of pleasure through my body. After he releases the swollen bud, he blows air across it, watching it harden.

My hands fall to his shoulders, gripping hard when he flicks my other nipple with his tongue and then sucks on it rougher, almost biting me.

I moan in pain and pleasure, as my breathing grows even heavier.

“You getting wet for me, baby?”

He continues sucking and teasing, causing more shots of intense pleasure to race through my body and straight to my already-soaked clit.

“I want to see that sweet pussy slick and pulsing,” he growls, “and your little clit throbbing for me. I’ve been thinking about your gorgeous tits all day long. And about your pussy. How exactly I’m going to fuck you so good.”

My breath hitches. “So that’s…what a COO does all day?”

“If you ask me, that’s time well spent,” he remarks with conviction. With a final kiss on each peaked nipple, he moves back up, pulls me back close against him, my nipples pressing into his chest, and the outline of his cock pulsing against my center.

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