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Authors: Meghan Quinn

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She shakes her head, and glides her hands up the front of my chest to my zipper where she snags it and pulls it down, exposing my chest.

I suck in a deep breath as my skin is exposed to her. “What are you doing?”

Without answering, she slides her hands up to my shoulders and gently pushes the sweatshirt off my body to puddle at my feet. Her eyes wander the expanse of my chest while her fingers delicately dance over my tattoo, exploring it, memorizing it. My heart is beating rapidly and my cock is hardening with every touch.

“Paisley,” I say in a rough whisper.

Pulling her eyes from my tattoo, she meets my gaze and licks her lips. “I can’t let you walk out that door.” Her voice is soft, yet husky, full of lust. “Despite why this is so incredibly wrong and the repercussions I could face, I can’t for the life of me let you walk away.”

Without thinking, or letting her change her mind, I scoop her up in my arms and take her over to her bed where she kneels down on it and props herself up so we are almost eye level. Hunger-filled eyes watch me as her hands gracefully stroke my body, running up my sides, over my pecs, and down my shoulders. I don’t move, just allow her to explore while I enjoy glimpses of her tank top spilling forward, exposing an expanse of cleavage.

“Why can’t I stay away from you?” she asks, more of a question to herself than to me. Her hand runs up my neck and cups my cheek. “You’re a fixation I can’t avoid. When you’re around, I’m drawn to you, tempted to make mistakes I’ve never even thought about making before. You make me want to rebel, Reese, to walk dangerously just for the feel of your lips against mine.”

“We don’t have to do this,” I say, hoping to fuck she doesn’t agree with me.

She shakes her head. “Impossible.”

Before I can respond, her lips press against mine, devouring the words on the tip of my tongue. Not able to hold back any longer, I bring her in closer and match the thrusts of her tongue with mine, tangling our mouths in the most intimate way.

Her thumbs run against my beard, leaving me wanting more of her touch, wanting more of her body, so instead of crushing her head to mine with my hands, I push her shoulders back so she is forced to lie on the bed.

Beautiful. Her dark-as-night hair fans across the pure white of her comforter, providing a stark contrast of heaven mixing with hellion.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

She smiles brightly up at me, her eyes heady with lust. Needing to explore her some more, I prop myself over her body and play with her tank top. Since it’s open on the sides, I easily slip my hand in and feel the taut muscles along her ribcage up to the underside of her breast.

From my touch, her body wiggles, begging for more. With our eyes connected, I move the opening of her tank top until her breast is exposed. I glance down and take her in.

A sharp breath escapes me.
Fuck.

Her nipple is pierced.

“Christ,” I mumble. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Not able to stop myself, my hand immediately cups her breast and my fingers play with the barbell of her nipple piercing, moving it ever so slightly, causing Paisley to writhe under me, little moans passing through her beautiful lips.

“Do you like that, baby?”

“Yes,” she answers without skipping a beat.

Needing to see if she matches, I move the other side of her tank top so both armholes are meeting together in the middle of her chest, nestling in her cleavage.
Fuck
. Her other nipple is pierced as well.

“Fuck me, this is so fucking sexy.”

Not wanting any article of clothing to get in my way, I grab hold of the hem of her tank and pull it over her head. She lifts her upper half to help me out, her defined abs flexing with her movements. Her chest is now completely bare and exposed to me. Taken aback by her heavenly body, I run my hand over my jaw and simply look.

How the fuck did I get so lucky?

I’ve been with a few women, but never one this gorgeous, never this open, never this perfect. It’s like she is made for me with her dark hair, steel-colored eyes, and inked frame. Everything about her makes me want to hold on tight and never let her go, even when she is flicking me on the forehead, or headbutting me for that matter. She’s feisty, sassy, all kinds of contradictions with her sweet personality but with a fiery attitude. There is also something dark about her—mysterious—that intrigues me, that makes me want to hold her in my arms and open her innermost secrets.

I’ve never wanted a woman so badly in my life.

Unable to control myself, I grip both of her breasts, causing her to spring up from the bed and wrap her arms around my neck. She connects our lips together, our frenzied moans intermingling.

My cock is harder than fuck, begging to be released from the confines of my shorts. Even though her lips were recently wrapped around my length, I still want more. I
need
more. There is a weight resting heavily on my chest, needing that one last release, the moment where I connect with her, sink inside her to feel the tight clench of her pussy.

“Are you on the pill?” I ask in between kissing. She nods.
Does she have the same thoughts as I do?
From the gentle smile on her face, it’s as if we just exchanged a silent agreement—that we both trust each other, a mutual respect for one another.

“Good,” I rasp out. “Because there is no way in hell I can fuck you with a condom. I need to feel every inch of your pussy gripping my cock.”

Leaving her breasts momentarily, I shuck my shorts and then pull off her underwear, stripping us both naked. With a giant smile on my face, I tackle her back onto the bed, both of our bodies slapping together, our limbs tangling, and our laughter mixing.

In the midst of our coiling, she ends up on top of me, her ass resting against my cock, her hands on my chest.

With her hair draping her body, she looks like a dark angel. Her breasts sway with her movement, and her toned arms flex under her weight.

“Tell me what you want, Paisley. What do you want me to do?”

She flips her head to the side and starts rubbing her wet center against my length, her hands resting on my chest for balance. A hiss escapes between my teeth from the friction.

I lean on my elbows, lifting my body up ever so slightly and stare down at her wet pussy, glistening with arousal. Completely bare, her slit glides up and down, throwing us both into a state of pleasure. Sweat coats our skin and our scents mix, creating an erotic atmosphere.

Sitting all the way up, I cup her ass and move her hips so now my cock is lined up with her pussy. I look her in the eyes and say, “Fuck me, Paisley. I want you to ride me so I can watch your delicious tits bounce in front of my face, teasing my tongue for just one taste.”

One of her hands grips the base of my head while she sits up on her knees and inserts my dick inside her. She doesn’t take her time, she doesn’t revel in the feel of me slowly sliding inside her. No, my girl pushes down on my cock until we’re fully connected.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, my head resting on her shoulder. She’s so tight, so warm, so fucking perfect that I can feel myself already starting to reach the precipice of my orgasm, just from one quick stroke.

Shifting her hair to the side again, she grips both sides of my head and presses her mouth against mine, kissing me like it’s her last day on earth. My hands run up the side of her body, my thumbs connecting with her breasts, carefully playing with her nipples, loving the feel of the cold barbell against the pad of my thumb.

She moans in my mouth while thrusting up and down on my lap, working her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit just right to cause her pussy to clench every single fucking time. Her tongue matches her thrusts and I realize when I told her to fuck me, she took it seriously. Every inch of her passion is possessing me: the way her hips melodically fuck me, the way her tongue won’t ease up, just keeps begging for more, and the way her fingers grip the curls of my hair, pulling aggressively, just enough to turn me on even more.

She’s playing my entire body like an instrument,
her
sexual need strumming me to the point of orgasm.

Losing myself and needing to be in charge, I flip our connection so her back is resting against the covers. Spreading her legs and hooking my arms under her knees, I thrust into her, her breasts moving with each push. Her hands dig into her hair, and her expression is one of utter satisfaction as she bites down on her lip. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.

Just from the sight of her, my orgasm takes over my body. My toes curl beneath me, my breath is caught in my throat, her name at the tip of my tongue. She moans loudly and then covers her mouth just as we both reach the precipice of ecstasy, falling over together. Her hand slaps over my mouth as I shout her name, muffling my voice just in time.

I’m too distracted by the pure, all-consuming ache bursting through me, and the utterly satisfied woman in my arms. I continue to thrust as we ride out our orgasms, before lowering my body on top of hers, still connected.
Fuck. Me.

My hands fall to her face where I brush her cheeks with my thumbs and stare into her beautiful, contented eyes. There is a goofy grin on her face, and I know if I look in a mirror, I would be sporting the same grin. There was something almost magical that transpired between us, as if we’ve been doing this for years.

There is a slight tilt to her head as she gazes up at me, a look of adoration crossing her features. “How the fuck am I supposed to leave you alone now?” I ask, adding lightness to my voice even though I know the task at hand is not possible.

She giggles and touches her hand to my cheek, playing with the scruff of my jaw. “A strong will.”

I’m caught off guard by her response. Was she really going to let me walk away after this? Then she laughs again, shaking her head. “Reese, you’re adorable. Do you really think I would have the courage to let you go now, after having you deep inside me? I couldn’t even let you out my door.”

“That’s fucking right,” I breathe out, seeing the worry in her eyes. I kiss her lids and then play with her hair, stroking it tenderly to soothe her. “Don’t worry, baby. We will keep this a secret for now. For both of our jobs, we need to keep this a secret.”

A side-smile peeks out. “Baby? Is that what you’re calling me now?”

“You got a problem with that?”

She shakes her head, her wavy hair falling over her face. “Not a problem at all.”

“Good.”

I lean down and kiss her, so fucking happy I feel like I can burst. A pleased moan escapes as my tongue finds hers again. My body’s not quite ready for round two, but I don’t mind playing around until I am.

She pushes me away for a second and points her finger at me. “You have to be quiet, mister. I can’t have Jonathan hearing us.”

Fuck I forgot about her roommate.

“I was quiet.”

“You were the last thing from being quiet with your sexy groans, banging of the headboard, and shouting my name at the end.”

I raise a rakish eyebrow at her. “And you’re complaining about that? Shall I shout someone else’s name?”

“No.” She laughs.

“Then deal with it. You make me lose control, I’m not ashamed.”

“You will be when Jonathan comes flying into my bedroom ready to pummel your ass.”

“I’m not scared,” I say before kissing her neck, working my way back down to her breasts.

She wiggles under me, goosebumps popping up over her skin. “Who knew you were a screamer? Such a vocal man.”

I laugh against her skin. “Never was until you, baby.”

***

I feel amazing. I actually feel like I have some sort of super-human strength, and not just from the glorious fucking I had last night with Paisley, but because of the bed I got the best sleep of my life in.

I shift away from the sun beating down on me and reach for Paisley who is nowhere to be found. Opening my eyes, I look around to find her room empty, the only thing taking up her place is the bright sun reflecting off every surface in her room.

Groaning, I roll to the side of the bed and look at her phone to see what time it is.

Seven thirty.

I groan some more and rub my eyes with the palm of my hands. Thankfully I don’t have to be in the pool this morning for a workout. I have some training to complete today, just to keep my muscles loose, but nothing that required me to be up at the ass-crack of dawn.

From the living room, I can hear Paisley’s voice as well as a man’s. Must be Jonathan. I need to find out more about this roommate.

He better be gay.

Paisley’s laugh draws closer to her bedroom door and I can hear her say, “Put some clothes on, you’re going to be late for work.”

Put some clothes on? Yeah, I don’t like the sound of that. Motherfucker better be really gay.

The bedroom door opens and Paisley slips in, holding a cup of coffee. She’s wearing that damn tank top again and a pair of very short pajama shorts. From my vantage point, I can tell she’s not wearing a bra.

Seriously, Jonathan better be the gayest man on the planet.

I sit up in bed, the comforter falling down to my waist, showing off my six-pack, giving Paisley quite the show. She turns to face me, her hair all kinds of messed up, and a freshly fucked look in her eyes.

“Hey you.” She smiles and saunters toward me.

“Hey baby,” I reply, scooting over, making some room for her.

“Sticking with that baby thing?” she asks, handing me the coffee and sitting down so she’s facing me.

I take a sip and grab a lock of her hair to twirl in my finger. “Yup. Now come here.”

Tugging lightly on her hair, I guide her so she’s sitting on my lap and I’m leaning against her headboard. I run my fingers along the hem of her neckline, casually brushing the tips across the swell of her breasts.

“What are you trying to do?”

“Make your nipples incredibly hard so you can’t go anywhere today until I fuck you up against the white of your wall.”

“I was already planning on it.” Her sexy smile captures me and I’m moments away from cashing in when I realize there are a few things I need to discuss with her.

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