Page 128 of Messy Strokes (Wrecked Roommates)

“Good point. Maybe I should make you ask him.”

“Me?”

Milo laughs. “Yeah. Jake likes you. He’ll be willing to help you out. Me, not so much. But you?” With his head cocked, he stares down at me, daring me to argue.

“I think you’re giving me too much credit, but I’ll ask him when I get home.”

“Good girl.” He leans in for a kiss, but I press my hand against his chest and stop him from closing the last bit of distance.

“Only if you promise to talk to him and sort through your shit. Because whatever’s bothering him obviously isn’t going away on its own. You guys need to talk.Reallytalk. We clear?”

A familiar low growl vibrates from his chest and into my hand as he kisses me. His tongue runs along the seam of my lips, daring me to open and suck him into my mouth. Even though we’re at work. Even though there are at least six people who can see us right now. He’s daring me to kiss him like no one’s watching. Like I’m his and only his. So I do, savoring the quiet groan it pulls from him.

He tastes like peppermint gum and home.

My home.

It’s official. I could marry this man. With all the things he does to me. The way he treats me. The way he adores Penny. And the heat between us? The spark?Thisspark? What more could a girl ask for?

With a low groan, he digs his fingers into my butt and pulls me against his chest as catcalling ensues around us.

Party poopers.

Sucking my lower lip into his mouth, he bites down then grits out, “You’ll pay for this later.”

“Pay for what, exactly?” I bat my lashes up at him, surprised I’m just as worked up as him, though I try not to let it show.

He bends closer until his lips brush against the shell of my ear. “Giving me a hard-on at work without any potential opportunity of burying myself inside you for the next few hours.”

I turn my head toward him and give him an innocent smile. “Oops.”

With another growl, he grabs my arm, ready to drag me into the breakroom, when Jos yells, “Milo. Get your ass to work!”

I grin and untangle myself from his firm but sexy grasp. “Hear that, Milo? You gotta work. And I gotta take a nice, hot shower aaaallll alone. See you soon.”

He watches me bend down to pick up Penny’s car seat and diaper bag, staring at my butt as I walk out the door without a backward glance. I don’t need to check to see if he’s staring. I can feel it. And I love how I seem to have as much power over him as he has over me.

I love it a lot, actually.

* * *

I’ve been puttingoff a certain text message for far too long, but after Milo’s blind acceptance of my past with Marty, no matter how vague and not-so-far-off base it might be, I can’t take it any longer.

Checking the time on my phone, I glance at the open bathroom door, pull up Marty’s contact info, and send him a message.

Me: The deal’s off. I’m not going to be your pawn anymore.

His response is almost instant.

Marty: Wanna bet?

Me: Seriously. I’m done playing this game. I’m not going to help you with your dad.

Marty: If you don’t, I’ll tell Milo about us.

Me: He already knows.

Marty: Oh? So if I sent him a picture of you sucking my dick, he’d be cool with it?

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