Page 49 of A Bossy Roommate
Andyes, he did say our night together was one time.
However—that was before I had those glasses of wine and that was before I accepted his challenge to kiss him. Or was it my challenge? At this point I have no idea. Because that was also before my panties were soaked. My libido is in full swing, and judging by the hardness in Carter’s jeans, I’m not the only one.
“Eh…sooo…” I look up at him innocently, “how serious were you about that whole ‘not sleeping with employees’ thing?”
Carter arches an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, but didn’t you swear off men and sex for the next six months?”
“I’m allowed to change my mind.”
“Hey now,” he rumbles teasingly. “One kiss and you’re throwing your promise to yourself out the window? Don’t you think it’s me who deserves the title of the best kisser in the world?”
“Oh, please! No. Look, I’m a bit buzzed and horny, and you’re hard and available. Tell me you aren’t interested in a repeat of our first night.”
Did I really just say that? Me and my big mouth.
I wish I had kept it shut and just let things progress on their own, because the second I challenge him, he removes his hands from my ass and gently pats my hips.
“I don’t know, you were pretty adamant about your rule,” he says, regarding me with an infuriatingly stern expression. “You shouldn’t break it. It wouldn’t be wise. You don’t want regrets.”
“Ha-ha, very funny.”
“I’m serious. Far be it from me to make you fail to keep your vow of celibacy.” He shakes his head and straightens. He reallydoesmean it. Carter must see my disappointment because he grazes my cheeks with his knuckles. “Sorry. We can’t have that.”
“Okay,” I say without thinking, “just the tip.”
He stops mid-graze, his knuckles lingering on my cheek. The intensity of his eyes is stronger than before. His gaze is both intrigued and curious. “Just the tip?”
“You know, not full-on sex. Subtle sex.”
I have his attention.
The right side of his lips twitch. He trails his thumb along my jawline, then he lowers his hand.
“As in just-the-tip sex,” I add, as if I need to explain and he hasn’t fully understood. “Also, it’s not breaking any rules.”
He chuckles, grabs my wrist, and pulls me back to him, bringing me and my breasts and my very pointy and tingly nipples against his chest.
His tongue dives tantalizingly into my mouth.
After another excruciatingly shameless kiss, he steps back and grabs my hand. “To my bedroom.”
“Okay,” I say, almost forgetting one important thing. “Wait, let me grab the last cupcake for later.”
15
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Cupcake in hand, I let him pull me toward the hallway and lead me to his bedroom. My mind is in overdrive, eager and pleasantly surprised with how the events of the evening have turned. Part of my brain starts to scold me for changing my mind, but I tell my responsibilities“To please frickin’ hit the hay so I can play the night away.”
Not to mention, seeing the same Carter I’d met at the ice cream place has me beyond excited. I’ve missed that Carter, that excited, playful “Mr. Fun Time” side of him that’s nowhere to be found once we step foot in the office.
Inside his bedroom, one large California king-sized bed greets us.
Carter undoes the knot of his tie, letting the fabric hang loose around his neck. His eyes never leave my face.
I barely have a chance to admire the beauty of his eyes before he picks me up and turns us. He sets me down on one of the narrow cabinets that only hold a few thick magazines.
“You won’t be needing this now,” he says, taking the cupcake out of my hand and placing it somewhere on the shelf above me.