Page 21 of Screwed By My Roommate

When his eyes connect with mine, they are dark with desire. “Holy shit, baby girl. You take my fucking breath away,” he says, laying the roses on the counter.

He wraps his arms around me and when he feels the open back, he pulls back a bit lifting his eyebrows. “Are you trying to kill me?”

I laugh, wrapping my arms around him. His scent envelopes me and I sigh, feeling at home. I step back and take him in. He’s in a black suit with a gray shirt and purple tie. Even with this suit on you can tell how well built he is.

“You look sexy,” I say, touching his tie.

He grins and kisses my cheek. “You ready?”

The entire ride to the restaurant he keeps his hand on my thigh. It’s a simple touch that is causing my body to burn with want.

When we pull up to the restaurant, he tosses his keys to the parking attendant and grabs my hand to help me out of the car. He kisses my bare shoulder, keeping his arm around my waist as we walk inside.

“Reservation for Riggs,” he says, slowly rubbing his thumb on my back.

I don’t know if he’s purposely trying to turn me on or if he’s simply touching me, but I’m starting to wonder if I’ll be able to make it through dinner.

This restaurant is gorgeous. It’s at moments like this I remember just how much money he makes. I could never afford to eat here.

He pulls out my chair for me and I thank him, sitting down. The waitress hands us our menus and says she’ll be back. I open my menu and slam it closed. He looks at me over his menu and my eyes widen.

“Jace, what the hell?” I whisper.

He lowers his menu as his brows dip. “What?”

“I knew this place was expensive, but these prices are unreal,” I say.

He chuckles and picks his menu back up. “Order what you want,” he says.

“Jace, you don’t need to spend this kind of money on dinner. I’m happy with pizza,” I say, reaching across the table to touch his arm.

He puts his menu down again and grabs my hand. His eyes bounce between mine as he smiles. “Spoiling you is something I want to do. I want you to have everything you ever dreamed of. I promise you; this dinner is not hurting my bank account. Let me spoil you, baby girl. Let me give you the fucking world.”

I shake my head, squeezing his hand. “You know in all the fantasies I’ve ever had about you, I never imagined this. This caring, sweet guy who wants to give me the world. That’s not why I want to be with you. I wanted you long before you had a dime.”

“I know that, baby girl. But I have it now, so I’ll spend it how I want,” he says, tossing me a wink.

Just when I don’t think I could fall deeper in love, he says things like that.

We finally order and the food is amazing. I guess you do get what you pay for.

The conversation has flowed easily, and his touching hasn’t stopped. His hand has been trailing up and down my leg, hidden by the crisp white tablecloth. He’s talking about the food, but my focus is on his hand. It’s getting incredibly close to my pussy and I’m afraid if he touches me, I will moan loudly with relief. He’s got me wound up tight.

My breathing is labored, and I see the mischief in his eyes. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

“Jace, unless you want this entire restaurant to hear me cry out, you might want to move your hand,” I whisper.

He smiles, leaning closer to me. “You think I care if everyone in this room knows that I’m able to make my girl moan out with a simple touch. I’d happily let them all know exactly what I do to you.”

I bite my lip as his hand moves closer. He keeps his eyes locked on mine as his fingers reach my center. “Fuck, I can feel how wet you are through your panties, baby girl.”

“Take me home, Jace,” I breathlessly whisper.

He nips my ear and pushes his fingers inside my panties. “What’s the fun in that?”

I bite my lip harder to keep from crying out as his fingers drag through my wet pussy. “Fuck,” I whisper.

“You’ve had my cock hard since you walked out of your room tonight. It’s only fair you’re just as turned on as I am,” he says, kissing my shoulder.

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