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“Lucian,” she breathes.
“Yeah?” I pull back just enough to meet her eyes, her lips parted, cheeks flushed, and every ounce of her composure circling the drain.
“This is a bad idea,” she whispers.
I nod slowly. “One hundred percent.”
“Like . . . spectacularly bad.”
“Maybe,” I agree then add, “But what if . . . and hear me out . . . it’s beneficial for both of us? We’re becoming very, very good friends. As friends, we could have a lot of fun.”
She looks up at me—like I’m both the problem and the solution all in one inconvenient package. Then she lets out a long breath as if trying to find a reason to stop this.
Spoiler: there isn’t one.
And I’m surprised when she says, “Tell me more.”
And fuck me—I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want her in this exact second.
I push her against the wall, my body already hard, and ready, and completely done pretending I don’t fantasize about her on a daily basis.
“You want more?” I whisper, grazing my mouth along the shell of her ear.
She nods, and, fuck, my cock gets even harder.
“I’d strip you down,” I murmur, voice rasping over her skin. “Lay you out on my bed like you’re the goddamn feast you are. Eat you slow. Fingers and mouth. Until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
Her hips press against mine involuntarily, and I hiss because even through the fabric of her sleep shirt and my sweats, I feel her heat.
“Then I’d take my time. Real slow. Make you come with my mouth first. Then, my fingers. Then my cock. Just so you know how fucking serious I am about ruining you for anyone else.”
She makes a soft, choked sound—and I swear I’m losing my goddamn mind.
I kiss her again, deep and hungry and desperate, like I’m starving and she’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted to taste.
She kisses me back with that same chaos—biting my lip, clutching at my arms, pulling me closer as if she needs me to crawl inside her skin.
And maybe I would.
If she asked, but first we have to set boundaries before one of us makes a mistake and falls in love. I take out my phone and order food. That will keep my mouth busy and my mind slightly occupied before I finally make her mine.
Mine.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Olivia
The Roommate Agreement (With Some Benefits Pending)
What do you do after a soul-searing kiss?
You fix it with an agreement.
Obviously, there can’t be any other logical step. Not running away to the nearest hotel or changing identity. Nope.
You create a roommate agreement.
Here’s the thing no one tells you about living with your ridiculously attractive, mildly insufferable neighbor-turned-roommate. Eventually, your brain stops registering him as a “hot nuisance.” It starts cataloging him as the “person I would absolutely let ruin my life with a single well-placed touch.”
