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I back up and lean against the table, dragging my gaze along her body. When she turns, a growl claws its way up my throat when I see that she’s not even wearing a bra, the taut peaks pressing against the almost see-through fabric.

Nudging my chin at her tits, I say, “Looks like someone’s cold.”

For a few beats, we do nothing but stare at each other and release harsh exhales, thickness in the air wrapping around us.

I have no idea who makes the first move, but one second, we’re standing apart, and the next, we’re all over each other.

Crushing my mouth to hers, I moan at how sweet she tastes, how soft her lips feel, and when she opens up, I plunge my tongue into her warm mouth. My hands roam all over her body, skimming her soft skin, cupping her ass, and pressing her hard to me.

She whimpers and clutches my shoulders, and that unleashes something in me. I wrap a hand around her throat, thumb grazing her jaw.

Fuck, I need to be closer to her. Much closer.

My hands go behind her thighs to lift her and set her on the marble countertop before jerking her to the edge. As if moving on instinct, her legs wrap around my waist, locking at the ankles, and she slides her hands under my uniform, scraping her nails along my back.

God damn.

I don’t want to let go of her mouth, but I need to taste her other parts. She gasps when I pull back a little but moans when my mouth nips her earlobe, my tongue sweeping along the shell of her ear.

Max arches, squirming on the counter, her heels digging into my back.

Something tries to pierce through the sexual fog in my brain. I try to ignore it at first, but it’s persistent … annoyingly so. Whatever. It’s probably not important. Nothing’s more important than this right now.

“Mika, wait.”

My mouth hovers above her cleavage, and I try to catch my breath.

“I need to get that. It might be important.”

At first, I don’t know what she’s talking about, but then, I hear it. The faint ringing behind me.

Running my hand through my hair, I help her down and walk to the fridge. I grab a bottle of orange juice and pour it into a glass. My throat is parched, like I’m some guy who just traveled across the desert for a full day.

I take a long swallow and watch Max at the corner of my eyes.

She swipes the screen and answers the call. “Hey, Mindy. What’s up?”

She throws me an apologetic smile, mouthing, “Sorry.”

I wink at her and point to the bathroom. Max just nods and proceeds to ignore me like we weren’t just about to tear each other’s clothes off seconds ago.

Laughing to myself, I head to the shower. Normally, I take warm showers after work. This time, though, I adjust it to freezing temperature.

God knows how much I need it.

2

MAX

Ihastily grab Mika’s half-empty glass and swallow the rest of the juice. My pulse is pounding, a bead of sweat dotting my forehead, and my thighs are sticky.

“Hey, Mindy. What’s up?” I’m surprised my voice doesn’t betray me because God knows I’m still shaking with equal parts lust and disbelief.

“Girl, you didn’t call or text last night.” She sounds like she just arrived home from her morning jog. I can hear her closing something. Door? Fridge?

“I know! I’m sorry. I was so tired I slept like a log when I arrived.” Liar. I stayed awake all night long, occupied by thoughts of Mika—my new ultra-hot roommate—and his perfectly sculpted body. Also his dick. His massive girth kept me wondering if he would fit inside me. If he’d end up rearranging my internal organs if he did.

“Okay. So? How was it? Did Mika behave?”

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