Page 67 of Resisting my Roommate

“Mine,” I growl, a rush of possessiveness burning inside of me.

“Yours.”

Pulling back slightly, I reach into my pocket and retrieve a condom from my wallet.

“Was this your plan all along, Mr. Lawrence?” she teases, and damn if hearing her sultry voice address me like that doesn’t make me harden even more.

“And if it was, Ms. Rhodes?” I lower the zipper on my jeans.

“Then I’m more than happy to go along for the ride… If you know what I mean.” She waggles her brows.

“I most certainly do,” I say, bringing my erection up to her, her warmth surrounding me.

When I thrust into her, she parts her lips, a scream begging to be set free, but I muffle the sound with my hand. “Quiet.”

“Stop fucking me so good and I won’t be so loud,” she says once I uncover her mouth.

“Never, Abbey.” I bury my head in the crook of her neck, nipping at her skin. “I’ll never stop giving you what you need.”

“Oh, god,” she whimpers as I drive into her harder and harder, wild with lust.

This is reckless. We agreed to keep whatever this is just between us. There’s no need to announce ourselves to the world, considering it’s just sex. Not to mention, I’m her boss.

But with every day I spend around her, with every part of me I reveal to her, I’m beginning to think it’s not just sex. That it never could be just sex.

And the thought petrifies me.

But not enough to walk away.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

ABBEY

“Is it obvious I was just railed by my boss?” I ask as I peer at my reflection in the mirror, attempting to tame my hair.

My curls have a mind of their own on a good day.

After Jude’s gotten a hold of me, it’s usually a lost cause.

In my defense, I didn’t expect for him to lock the door to his office and slam me against the wall when I stopped by to store my purse before starting my shift.

Although, I shouldn’t be all that surprised. It’s not the first time he’s done this.

At first, we kept all overt displays of affection confined to his house. That only lasted so long before temptation got the better of us. It doesn’t matter that we spend our nights tangled up with each other, going at it until neither one of us has anything left. I still need more of him.

I fear I’llalwaysneed more of him.

“I don’t care if it is,” Jude whispers against my neck as he approaches from behind. He presses a hand to my stomach, pulling me closer as his lips trail along my skin, leaving fire in their wake. “That way, any of those guys out there who check out your ass will know it belongs to me.”

He slides his hand along the curve of my frame, cupping my ass possessively. Then he lifts my denim skirt, shifting my panties to the side and sliding a finger along my clit.

“So does this delicious pussy.”

My eyes flutter closed, and I moan, leaning my head against his chest as he turns me into putty with his talented fingers.

“You’re going to make me late for my shift,” I murmur, trying to keep my head on straight when I feel like I’m losing more and more control every day.

“And you don’t want to be late.” His voice is low and seductive, causing a maddening need to seep into my veins. “I hear your boss can be quite the hard ass.”

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