Page 48 of Roommate's Guide to Love

His kiss is intense as he steps between my legs, using his other hand to line himself up just right before he drives into me.

“Gah!” I gasp, my head falling back as Porter’s thrusts begin with a fury. I throw both of my hands back on the desk, praying that they’re able to hold me up. Hell, the way Porter is fucking me right now, I just hope this desk holds up. I’m not a tiny girl, and I wasn’t great at physics, but I have to think that this desk is about to fight for its life.

But Porter doesn’t seem to care. If anything, he’s doing his best to bust itandme. Good Lord, this man is possessed right now. His mouth is sucking hard on my tit while he’s thrusting into me like it’s the last time.

Like it’s the last time…

This time wasn’t supposed to happen. Is that why he’s like this right now? Figuring that if we slipped he might as well go out with a literal bang?

Well, if that’s the case—which I secretly hope it’s not, because I’m sorry, this is too good to stop—then I better hold up my end of the bargain.

“More,” I say, though it sounds like I’m begging. “I need more, Porter.”

He releases my breast to look me in the eye. “More?”

I nod, biting my lip for some extra flirt. “You wanted me to scream, didn’t you?”

A new fire blazes through his eyes as he pulls me up, spinning me around so I’m bent over again, only this time on the desk. The sound of his hand smacking my ass echoes around the room as my body nearly collapses on the desk as he enters me again.

“Like that?” he asks, but both of us know that there isn’t going to be an intelligible answer that leaves my lips. Not when Porter’s hands are digging into my hips, fucking me with all his might and bringing me very quickly to the brink.

“Yes. So close.”

His thrusts only speed up, Porter knowing exactly what I’m going to need to send me, as well as him, over the edge. Without asking, he reaches around, rubbing my clit before giving it the perfect amount of pressure.

And just like that...I’m a goner.

“Fuck!” I scream, my orgasm crashing through me like a freight train into a brick wall. I feel Porter’s hands dig into my hips, his tell that he’s not too far behind me.

“Damnit Quinn! Ah!”

He stills inside me, his chest breathing heavy against my back, as we both come down from a high like no other. I feel like we’re joined together for minutes like that, both of us trying to find our breath, and bearings, as the world stops spinning.

I must say, if this was the last time, I can’t complain with how it ended.

Porter helps me stand up before he quickly grabs his jeans and steps into them, running out of the office and coming back a minute later with a damp towel.

“Here,” he says, cleaning me as I try to gain my bearings.

“Thank you,” I say, suddenly feeling bashful of my nakedness in the light of the office. Porter must pick up on it as he immediately looks for my bra, shirt, and denim shorts and hands them to me.

I shimmy off the desk and step into my shorts when I see Porter put on his T-shirt and then slumping onto the corner of the desk.

“Is everything okay?”

I’m really concerned. Porter usually doesn’t have a regretful look after we have sex. And I don’t know if this is necessarily regretful, but he doesn’t have the post sex glow like I want him to have.

“What are we doing, Quinn?”

I’m halfway to putting my shirt back on when those words leave his mouth. Shit…after eight years, is Porternowwanting to have the “what are we” talk? And with remnants of orgasmal bliss still in the air?

I mean, hehasasked me to stay. Is this the new version of that? And shit…I don’t fucking know. I can barely stand on my legs, let alone put together a coherent answer. This always worked because we were casual and on the same page about not wanting to be in a relationship. Or so I thought.

“You can put away the panic,” he says before I can say anything. “I wasn’t trying to ask you to be my girlfriend.”

I let out a big breath, which earns me a laugh from him. “Geez, don’t get too excited.”

“No, it’s not that,” I say. “It’s just…now more than ever, I’m not looking for anything serious. I don’t know how long I’m staying in Rolling Hills. Everything about my life is up in the air right now. The last thing I want is anything serious.”

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