Page 26 of Room 1212

“You could always take a break,” he suggested, easing aside the silky fabric of my robe to expose my shoulder.

“Or I could switch to writing a sex scene,” I joked.

He slipped one hand down into my robe over my chest. “Mm, I like that idea. It’s kinda hot.” He came around beside me and guided me up to standing. I didn’t understand what he was doing until he sat himself in my chair and patted his lap. “Sit here.”

The pitched tent at the front of my robe left nothing to the imagination. My skin felt like it was scorching hot, and the pent-up lust was making my entire body tense. I went to sit on his lap, but before I could, he yanked the fabric of my robe away, so that my bare ass was against his thighs. “There. Much better,” he murmured.

I reveled in the feel of him, his erection positioned in such a way that it was pressing up between my ass cheeks. With each passing second, I swore it was getting harder.

“Go ahead,” he urged when I hadn’t moved. “Better get writing. You have a deadline, you know.”

“Smartass,” I sassed, and he gave my thigh a sharp smack, not enough to hurt, just a light pleasurable sting.

“Back to work,” he demanded firmly. I loved this bossy side of him, especially because it didn’t come naturally to him. It only reared its head when he was feeling needy.

I placed my fingers back on the keyboard and managed to get through a whole sentence before he arched his hips. My rhythm stuttered, but I got back on track. Next, it was his hand as he caressed my skin, inching slowly, slowly over my hip. Just the tip of a single finger tickled at my balls.

My breath felt hot against my lips as I panted. Without conscious thought, I parted my legs. When he ground his hips again, I could feel how slick I was, how his cock was coated in the lubricant, how easily we moved together.

And still I typed. Even as my fingers moved, my eyes drifted closed. I had no idea what I was even writing anymore.

I was on total overload of my senses. The head of his cock nudging against my hole, his hand now wrapped around my shaft, pumping, his mouth kissing and nibbling along my neck. When he pinched my nipple between his fingers, I abandoned my writing with a gasp. I leaned back into his chest, reaching over my shoulder to grip his neck, holding him to me. “Drew, the things you do to me.”

I was so desperate, I needed more.

When I ground down on top of him, he groaned in the most delicious way. So I did it again. And again. I was soon undulating against him, lifting myself off his lap to get more friction, slick coating us both. As slippery as we were, it was no wonder how easy it was that he slipped straight in.

I gasped a sharp inhale of surprise, and Drew went still. “I’m s-sorry!” I stammered. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s okay, I know,” he said right away. But… neither of us moved to get ourselves out of this situation. “I should probably go get a condom,” he said.

“Yeah, you probably should.”

When he began to pull out, though, he hesitated. “I probably shouldn’t… dothis, right?” he said, slowly thrusting himself back in.

My whole body quivered, and I dropped my head back on his shoulder, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. “Yeah, probably not a good idea,” I got out through gritted teeth. The forbidden quality of it made it feel even more incredible.

Drew wrapped his arms around me and held me tight for a long moment, just allowing us both to feel this unrestricted connection. A condom was such a small thing, just a thin layer of latex, but somehow, without it, the sex felt so much better. It was no wonder my characters kept “forgetting” it.

“Shit,” he grunted. He slammed one last time into me, then gripped me by the hips and lifted me straight off, quick, like ripping off a band-aid.

We were both out of breath, and we shared a look. I could tell he felt guilty. “Sorry.” We were both clean, we’d already had the STI talk, but he knew I wasn’t on suppressants because of the way it affected my mood.

“You only have to apologize if you leave me hanging like this,” I said, gesturing to my rock-hard cock.

He laughed. “Fair enough. Let’s go take care of that.” He bent down and hoisted me up over his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down!” I struggled weakly against him as he carried me down the hall to the bedroom.

“Mm, keep fighting back and I might have to tie you down.”

“Is that a promise?” I asked, pinching his ass, the only part of him I could reach while dangling upside down.

“You’re damn right it is.”

As fun as this was, the ease and intimacy we’d built up was starting to worry me. Today was a close thing, and I never would’ve thought myself the type of man to play with fire like that. So what if it felt good in the moment? Was that worth an entire lifetime of raising a child? One little mistake, and just like that, Drew would be shackled with a neurotic basket case for the rest of his life. That wouldn’t be fair to him, and it wouldn’t be fair to any child.

I knew I needed to back away—and soon… but not today. Today, I would let myself play pretend. For now, Drew was mine.

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