Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
“Sorry. I’m so sorry.” She eventually manages to stand and bolts to her bedroom like the devil himself is on her heels.
The door closes behind her with a bang, and I’m left lying on the floor with my cock and family jewels on full display.
That’s a pretty nice welcome all things considered. Worst case scenario—she calls my aunt to report that I like parading semi-naked in my home. She won’t be wrong.
I’m on my third and final night shift of the week, and the emergency room where I work is so busy I barely have time to breathe and sit down.
When I arrive in the apartment at almost 8 in the morning, I realize I have to get used to coming home to a roommate who’s smoking hot and has me burning with such wicked desire, I’m surprised I haven’t burst into flames yet.
I step into the kitchen with Max sitting on the dining table, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a piece of toast slathered with jam in the other.
She’s halfway through her next bite when she smiles at me and waves the bread. “Hi, Mika. Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
I almost dropped from exhaustion after I parked my car earlier, and I had to drag myself because I didn’t want to fall asleep in the lobby. But now, it’s like her presence has suddenly energized me. Or maybe it’s the smell of caffeine. Or maybe even both. Whatever.
“You hungry? I saw some Pop-Tarts in the cupboard. I’ll make you one.”
Max is extra chirpy this morning. After the way she fled last night, I half-expected her to be on her way to the nearest hotel. I even wondered if Aunt Mindy would show up at my work wearing a murderous look on her face.
Dropping my keys and phone on the table, I cast her another cursory glance and think about how Max is processing everything from last night.
But … whatever thoughts I had a second ago flies out the window when she stands on her toes and reaches for the overhead cupboard.
She’s wearing a white tank top and matching short shorts. The hem hikes up, and I’m treated to a wonderful view of her asscheeks hanging out.
Max may be tall, but she’s still shorter than me so she struggles to reach for the unopened box of Pop-Tarts, which are a little way at the back. Without thinking, I step behind her and extend my arm, unknowingly trapping her between me and the counter, my groin to her ass.
I’m still wearing my scrub suit so the only things separating us are a few layers of thin clothing.
My body hums with excitement, my cock now straining against my pants. Instead of pushing me away, though, Max throws me a knowing look over her shoulder. “Looks like someone’s excited to see me.”
Woah. Did she…? Wait a damn minute. Is she flirting with me?
I back up and lean against the table, dragging my gaze along her body. When she turns, a growl claws its way up my throat when I see that she’s not even wearing a bra, the taut peaks pressing against the almost see-through fabric.
Nudging my chin at her tits, I say, “Looks like someone’s cold.”
For a few beats, we do nothing but stare at each other and release harsh exhales, thickness in the air wrapping around us.
I have no idea who makes the first move, but one second, we’re standing apart, and the next, we’re all over each other.
Crushing my mouth to hers, I moan at how sweet she tastes, how soft her lips feel, and when she opens up, I plunge my tongue into her warm mouth. My hands roam all over her body, skimming her soft skin, cupping her ass, and pressing her hard to me.
She whimpers and clutches my shoulders, and that unleashes something in me. I wrap a hand around her throat, thumb grazing her jaw.
Fuck, I need to be closer to her. Much closer.
My hands go behind her thighs to lift her and set her on the marble countertop before jerking her to the edge. As if moving on instinct, her legs wrap around my waist, locking at the ankles, and she slides her hands under my uniform, scraping her nails along my back.
God damn.
I don’t want to let go of her mouth, but I need to taste her other parts. She gasps when I pull back a little but moans when my mouth nips her earlobe, my tongue sweeping along the shell of her ear.
Max arches, squirming on the counter, her heels digging into my back.
Something tries to pierce through the sexual fog in my brain. I try to ignore it at first, but it’s persistent … annoyingly so. Whatever. It’s probably not important. Nothing’s more important than this right now.
“Mika, wait.”
My mouth hovers above her cleavage, and I try to catch my breath.