Page 34 of My Three Roommates

“What’s happening here?” The deep, masculine voice startles me. I was timing everything perfectly so dinner would be ready as soon as everyone got home. Or that’s what I thought.

I whirl around and Cody catches me in his arms. Before I can speak, his lips lock onto mine.

“Dinner.” I say in a daze when we finally come up for air. “I’m cooking tonight, remember?”

“Of course I do.” He doesn’t let me out of his arms. I don’t want him to. There’s something about Cody that can be so all-encompassing that I get lost in him.

“It looks like you’re starting the party without us.” Still without letting me go, Cody reaches one arm out towards the table, pulling something from a bag that he must’ve brought with him. “Good thing I brought the wine.”

“Is it white?” I ask.

“White burgundy. I got a few versions. The guy at the store said you’ll probably love them all.”

“You went to a real wine store?”

“Sure. It’s a special occasion.”

“It is?”

“Any night with you is special. Tonight it’s going to be all of us, so it’s even more so.” Cody leans in to kiss me again, but I pull back. “I need to check on dinner.”

He rolls his eyes playfully. “What can I do to help?”

“Will you pour us some wine, and don’t touch anything that has to do with food,” I laugh.

“Hey,” he protests. “I’m not that bad in the kitchen.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Since when?”

“Well, I know a couple of things.” He pours us each a glass. “To us.”

“Us?” I tease him. “Which us? You and me? All four of us?”

He wraps his arm around my waist again. “You and me. Just for now, it’s you and me.”

He clinks his glass against mine before taking a sip. Heat rises up in me as his hand slides down my back.

Cody pulls me close, his swelling cock making itself known. I press into his chest. He takes my glass from my hand, setting it down on the counter along with his.

He strokes his fingertip down my jaw in a way that makes me shiver. I nearly jump out of my skin and so does he when one of the pots on the stove boils over with a loud hiss of steam.

“Jesus,” he swears as I hurry over to it.

“It’s just water. But I’ve got to start the pasta, or we won’t eat.”

“Nothing wrong with eating later,” he grumbles.

“Not tonight. I want us to have a nice, sit-down dinner, not pizza in bed. So you can’t distract me anymore.”

“Me?” He takes his wine glass and sits down grudgingly at the table. “You’re the one who’s looking so hot and happy, I can’t resist you. Hey, have you ever thought about cooking topless?”

I take a quick sip of the excellent wine. “No.”

“Who’s cooking topless?” Tanner walks into the kitchen. “Better Kenna than you,” he says to Cody as he deposits something else on the table. Cody takes the opportunity to smack him on the ass.

Tanner grins at Cody. “You’ll pay for that later. I brought some dessert, Kenna.”

“That’s great.”

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