Page 95 of A Bossy Roommate
I fall over the edge, moaning his name.
His forehead presses against mine, mouth slotted over mine, stealing what little breath I have left. I feel his hips jerk, dominantly, hard, once, twice, and then he’s still, locked into place as his cock pulses and his own release takes over, followed by a final groan.
We collapse.
For a few endless moments, we remain locked, not letting go of each other.
When he slides out of me, he lies down by my side, pulling me with him so we’re face to face, giving me a chance to finally move. If I could. My body hasn’t started working again, so I’m perfectly content to just lie there, struggling to catch my breath.
“That was perfect, baby,” he rumbles, his voice hoarse and his eyes hooded with post-orgasmic bliss as he pulls me closer against his body.
I tuck my head under his chin, pressing myself against his broad chest. “Yes, more than anything. Not sure if I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
Carter reaches out to slap my ass. “If you’re not sure, then I haven’t done my job properly.”
“Trust me, you did it well and then some.” I roll over onto my back, half-snuggling into Carter and half spread out. “By the way, that position is maybe my new favorite.”
“It’s maybe my new favorite too.” He chuckles and glances at the alarm clock on his nightstand. “We should get some sleep,” he says through a yawn. “We have to be up early to get to work.”
“And here I thought we were going to keep going until we passed out from exhaustion. That’s too bad.”
Carter raises his eyebrow. “Was that a challenge?”
“It could be.”
In the blink of an eye, I find Carter on top of me again, his mouth colliding with mine in a kiss that leaves me even more breathless than I already am.
He growls my name, his hand cupping my breast while he lowers his mouth to my nipple. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
26
CARTER
The end of the week is coming, and Aunt Eleanor’s preparing to fly home. I was actually surprised when she told me she’d bought her ticket, only because I’d sworn she was going to extend her stay further. And trust me, I want her to.
My aunt staying means Eden and I need to keep up the charade and stay in character, spending our nights in my bedroom. This arrangement will grant us those precious extra hours together, and, perhaps most importantly, ample time for those much-needed date nights.
Eden is one of the best assistants I’ve ever had, probablythebest if I really draw up comparisons. But I know it’s not why I want her here. It has nothing to do with work and everything to do with her as a person.
Somewhere along the way, what had started as a business transaction has begun to morph into something else.
“Are you sure you’re okay to travel?” I ask my aunt, not letting her answer. Her health is my main concern. “I don’t think you should. You need to stay. You shouldn’t rush things. I wishyou would at least let me call Dr. Mayweather just in case to check you out.”
I’m with my aunt in her room at Hattie’s place, helping Hattie pack Auntie’s things—and by helping her pack, I meannothelping her pack, but instead trying to prevent her from leaving. Eden is in my apartment, avoiding the plethora of cat hair like the plague, and assisting with tea and sandwiches. The owners, Lewis and Kate, have a cleaning crew scheduled to come and disinfect the entire apartment on Monday before Eden moves in—which will give her and me an extra day or two together at my place.
After that, I’m determined to find a way to keep her by my side.
Tied to my bed, if necessary. Naked, to be precise.
“For the last time, Carter Donovan Bancroft. Will you stop fussing over me already?” My aunt shakes her head, lightly batting at my arm with her boney hand and then tiptoeing to give me a kiss on my cheek. “I’m perfectly fine. If it makes you feel better, once I get back home, I will go right to my doctor and have a full exam.”
“You’ll be all the way across an ocean. I can’t hold you to that. But just know if you don’t, Eden and I will book a ticket and fly out ourselves to make you go.”
“You really found a good one, Cartie. That wife of yours is a gem.”
“Yeah, she is,” I agree without hesitation.
Smiling warmly, Aunt Eleanor sits down on one of the suitcases and pats the chair next to her. “Come, sit with me for a minute.” When I do, she reaches out and takes one of my hands in both of hers. “Cartie, do you know why I’ve been hounding you so much to get married?”