Page 94 of The Boyfriend Goal

“Then let’s break that roomie rule so I can fuck you dirty.”

This is not a drill. This is my wild, wicked life. “Yes. Now. Thanks,” I say, grabbing my glasses and putting them back on.

He laughs, then reaches for my hoodie from the chair, offering a hand next. I take his as he tugs me to a stand. I pull my bra up so I’m not walking around tits free, since that’s awkward. Wes moves behind me as I go, setting his hands on my waist, kissing my shoulders while I walk through the sliding glass door into the home.

He stops and shuts the door, but doesn’t relent in his kisses. He’s kissing the back of my neck as he locks it, then as we walk down the hall.

I keep shuddering.

Trembling.

Moaning.

I stop in the hallway, setting a hand on the wall. “Wes, I can’t focus when you kiss me.”

“Good. Don’t focus.”

“But we’ll never get to my bed.”

That stops him. He spins me around, making me face him. He’s silent for a second, then says in a softer voice, “Come upstairs. Come to my bed.”

I blink at the unexpected vulnerability in his tone. “You’ve never invited me upstairs.”

“That was deliberate.”

“Why? Is it messy? I’ve never gone.”

“I know you haven’t.”

“How do you know? Do you have cameras?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “No. I trust you.”

“Good. I wanted to respect your privacy.”

His lips curve up as he travels a hand over my bare arm, leaving goose bumps in his wake. “About that…”

“About respect?” I ask to clarify.

“Yes. You need to know why I didn’t invite you up.”

“Okay,” I ask, but I’m not nervous. I’m…aroused. This is getting good.

“Because all I’ve wanted since you moved in is to get you in my bed, Josie.” He slides his hand into my hair, gathers some strands and tugs me closer, like my hair’s a leash. It’s hotter than I would have thought. “And to fuck you like I don’t respect you.”

A rush of heat whooshes down my body, settles in my core in a needy ache. “Take me upstairs and fuck me like that right now.”

Adventurous Josie is in the house.

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HORNY GUSTO

Wesley

The second I open the door, I want to haul her against me and kiss her ruthlessly, but Josie’s a processor. She’ll want to see things.

I turn on the light. She drinks in the room as I set down her hoodie on a chair.

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