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She gasps and takes a step back, gulping like she doesn’t know whether to be turned on or horrified that I said the word porn in her presence. “It’s contemporary romance, Elijah.”
I quirk a brow as I step closer until the edge of the table digs into her lower back. With another inch, I close the distance between us as if the languid way she said my name pulls me in.
She said the three syllables with a lazy drawl and a hint of annoyance—it’s seductive, whether she meant it to sound that way or not.
“Tell me more,” I whisper, my voice raspy as I bring my hand up to straighten her top, the sleeve of which had fallen to the side, exposing the pink strap of her bra.
Her eyelids flutter as my fingertips brush across her warm skin, and she loses some of the tension in her body. Would she completely melt against me if I covered her mouth with mine?
Would she fucking pant like the characters she was just picturing?
My dick can’t take this kind of torture, but the pleasure I’m getting from making someone like her squirm is too damn good to run away from.
“What were you going to write next?” I urge, and her grip around the laptop tightens as she tucks it even closer to her chest like a wall.
I’d tear through an actual wall again to read the rest.
“I…” She gulps again, and the sound echoes inside my head. “I don’t know.”
“Is that because you’ve never been properly fucked?” I growl in her ear, my nose running alongside the edge of her lobe as she shudders against me.
Instead of rearing back in disgust, Pia answers my question with a slow shake of her head.
“Didn’t think so.” I cup the back of her neck, tangling my fingers through her hair and getting lost in her. “I’d be happy to—”
Behind her on the table, Pia’s phone screen lights up with my sister’s name on it, and the buzz of Tarrah’s incoming call drifts between our flushed bodies.
My new roommate’s pleading lips are less than an inch from mine. All I’d have to do is lick my bottom lip, and I’d get a taste of hers too.
As I blink, the aroused glow in her eyes and cheeks comes more and more into focus, and as much as I’d like to finish my suggestion, I can’t.
This is a moment of weakness. Of surprise and intrigue.
I’m only coming onto my sister’s best friend because she caught me off guard with her midnight fantasies. My fingers tremble to click the keys on that laptop to read what else she’s written, and more than that—they long to push each of her erogenous buttons until she explodes.
But I can’t.
I shouldn’t, anyway. No good would come of it. In fact, Tarrah would obliterate me if I laid a finger on her best friend.
I normally wouldn’t be afraid of a ninety-pound woman who’s three years younger than me, but as an aerialist, I’m sure my sister knows flexible moves that I wouldn’t have a damn clue how to block—or maneuver out of.
And she’d give me her worst if she knew I was even thinking about Pia in any way other than my platonic savior from homelessness.
Pia reaches over to quiet the phone and mumbles that she’ll call her back in a bit.
“I’d be happy to answer any questions,” I offer, stepping away and scratching the back of my head as reality settles back in. “As we mentioned the other day, I do have plenty of experience when it comes to sex.”
“Definitely not. I do not—” Her body stills, and her pursed lips slowly transform into an easy smile. “Actually, that would be helpful.”
I study her through the open slits of my eyes, squinting with surprise. Is she really not going to tell me to fuck off?
“Is your penis pierced?” she asks, sitting back down and placing her laptop in front of her.
I choke on my own damn spit as she opens the screen and glances back at me more casually than if she would’ve asked me to describe the plain color of my black shirt.
Instead of telling me she’s kidding, as I figured she might, she continues staring expectantly at me.
I fold both arms over my chest and give in to this dangerous little game. “It’s not, but I have friends with pierced dicks.”
