Page 49 of Roommate's Guide to Love

“And you think I do? I’m not going to be sleeping tonight, wondering if my sister is coming to rob me.”

Oh, shit. How did I almost forget about that?

Oh. That’s right. The orgasm.

“So what are you asking, then, Porter?”

“I…I don’t know, Quinn. All I know is that I should stay away from you, call tonight a slip and go back to us just being boss and employee, but I don’t know if I can.”

That makes two of us.

“I mean, us going back on promises of ‘the last time’ is kind of our thing, isn’t it?”

He bumps my shoulder as we lean back against his desk. “We could do this, couldn’t we? What we’ve been doing before, only now more frequent?”

“Porter McCoy, are you asking me to be in a situationship?”

He laughs. “Do you think a word like that would ever come out of my mouth?”

“No, but it’s fun to think about.” I step in front of him, taking hold of his white shirt so I can press into him slightly. “But you’re right. We can do this. We’re consenting adults. Both on the same page of what we want. Why deny ourselves?”

“Exactly,” he says, his arms now pulling me in as they rest on the small of my back. “We just need some guidelines. Boundaries. It’ll keep us in line.”

I nod. “Normally, I’m not for following the rules, but in this case, I think it’s best.”

“Agreed. So nothing during work hours.”

“Absolutely no flirting at the bar. Oh, and the only time anyone is allowed to say ‘chicken wings’ is when we’re relaying an order to the kitchen.”

“Good call,” he says. “And, I think it would be best if no one knows. This is just between us. No one needs to know our business.”

I do my best to not have a reaction to that statement, even though it feels like a punch in the gut. Which is ridiculous. If he didn’t say it, I was going to. But still, hearing it from his mouth stings more than it should.

“Obviously.”

Porter tilts his head. “You okay? If you don’t want?—”

I put my finger to his mouth, needing to distract him from asking any further questions. “I’m fine. And I do. In fact…” I trail off as I push my hands under his T-shirt. “I think I want to do it again.”

“Really? Round two?”

I lift my shirt over my head before lowering myself to the ground. “I’d rather call it ‘things I didn’t get to earlier.’”

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Porter: Chicken wings tonight?

I smileas I casually slip my phone into my back pocket as Harry flags me down to grab him another beer.

“What has you smiling like that?”

George smacks his best friend on the back of the head. “What do you think? Or has it been that long since you’ve been with a woman that you forget the dipshit smile you have the day after?”

“It’s not like that,” I say, doing my best to throw these two off the scent. I usually have a pretty good poker face, but then again, I’ve never had sex with Quinn Banks multiple nights in a row. I’d guess that I’m smiling like the damn Joker right now. “Just been a good few days. Can’t a guy smile?”

Both of them look at each other before giving me a once over before Harry speaks up. “Guys? Yes,guyscan. You? Well, you’re not really the smilin’ type.”

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