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“What?! So you get cookies, and I don’t?” I’m a sucker for his accent, the twang of the east coast clipping his consonants shorter and deepening his vowels.
“Wash your hands,” I hiss, glaring up at him.
Derek’s face breaks out into a grin, and he massages his jaw. “Don’t you mean my mouth?” he teases in a softer voice.
Goosebumps break out across my flesh, my nipples suddenly sensitive against the worn cotton of my sleep shirt.
Before I can answer, he adds in a normal tone, “But it’s both really.”
He flexes his fingers and winks at me. He’s a total flirt and it works on a lot of women, obviously. And I’m not immune either, I just know my place in the pecking order.
Always the roommate, never in his room.
CHAPTER2
Derek
Does Sugar know there’s frosting on her cheek? It’s right beside her lips. She must have taken too big a bite for that cute little mouth of hers. I want to lean in and lick it off her, just to taste her namesake on her skin.
I definitely belong on the naughty list.
No good deed I do at work could ever compensate for the filthy raging thoughts I have for my roommate. Not even theShop with a Copcharity I participate in can save my soul. I’ve just shown a woman out the door and I’m already eyeballing Sugar.
She’s my unattainable desert.
I settle for my finger swiping off the frosting on the corner of her mouth and sucking it off my digit. Her cheeks flash a light pink and she wipes at her face, not sure if she’s trying to wipe off any remnants of frosting or ridding herself of my touch.
The women I bring home and then bring pleasure are a show of sorts. I make sure all participants have a good time, but for me? I haven’t truly been satisfied since Sugar moved in. My imagination has been doing all the work since she walked into my life and through my door.
Sugar’s hard to read. Her blonde hair is always covering half her face. I always want to push it back behind her ear. She always has a pink hue to her cheeks, melding with her delicious spattering of freckles. Her gray-blue eyes never give anything away, even when magnified behind her big, round glasses.
The more I flirt, the more her walls come up. Maybe she’s immune to my masculine wiles.
Or maybe the manwhore ways are a turn off?
I hadn’t thought of that. My intention to show off might be dampening my chances with her.
Shit.
Things will change.I know…I’ll guarantee it. My methods might earn me some coal in my stocking because I’ve got plans.
I easily dodge her next slap, securing a sugar cookie. Still moving fast, I duck in and lick her cheek, taking the frosting right off the corner of her lip where she missed some and completely petrifying my roommate. Her cheeks flush as bright as the former red frosting on her face, and I swear she’s as hot as a chestnut over an open fire.
“You had some frosting,” I explain, licking my lips and desperately wanting to taste more of her.
But I don’t get to taste more as Sugar chucks a cookie at me. I’m not fast enough for that one and it crumbles against my hip, half-twisting my body to protect my junk from flying baked goods. Normally I’d retreat to shower and hit the hay for sleep, but I’ve got questions if my plans are going to work.
I crouch, picking up the broken pieces of cookie. Sugar reluctantly joins me, but she’s on her knees and my mind wanders just a little…
But I have to focus.
“Are you coming to the Christmas party with me?” I ask.
“What Christmas party?” She sits back on her heels, cocking her head.
“The one at Chartreuse Clover Pub.” I told her about it last month. “I want you to come with me.”
She stares off towards a frosted window, highlighted by the outline of ancient Christmas lights, the big bulb type. “I… I wouldn’t know anyone, Derek.”
