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  We had such a good time hanging out with Isla and Reuben at the fair. Nicholas and Reuben talked about startups and technology while Isla made indiscreet swoony faces and I had to kick her under the table where we were sitting. Several times.

  On the walk home, Nicholas had held my hand. He apologized for his insensitive reaction when I mentioned my parents’ death. He said that he isn’t good dealing with death and loss and parents, in general. He shared (sparse) details about his family life growing up, being best friends with his step-sister and his mother’s string of divorces. I told him about growing up shy and self-conscious and getting picked on for my red hair and freckles. I feel like we really connected, sharing such intimate things with each other. I’ve been feeling so strongly for him ever since.

  But love? Love is such a big word. It’s such a big feeling.

  Fuck.

  The more I mull it over in my mind, the more it seems like a possibility. A probability.

  Maybe I am. Maybe I’m in love with my roommate.

  That definitely was not part of the plan.

  Chapter 27

  Nicholas

  I’m lying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. My chest is constricted. My stomach is tight. And I’m trying to figure out how the fuck things ended up this way.

  I’m in love with my roommate.

  I can’t go a second without thinking about her. She’s so pretty and soft, feminine in all her ways, so sweet. But she has this little flame inside of her. It’s been growing. Her confidence has been emerging and I’ve had the privilege of witnessing it.

  Blakely Hamilton is more than the girl that I’m temporarily rooming with. She’s a woman. She’s coming into her own. And I haven’t even popped her cherry yet.

  I feel completely out of control when it comes to her. This sex arrangement between us is only temporary but I’m not sure I’ll be able to shake off these feelings once we’ve made our way through her wish list. Maybe I should just end things now…

  A knock at my bedroom door startles me. It swings open slowly and Blakely stands there wearing nothing but a big t-shirt.

  One look at her and my heart stops.

  With the dusky light filling the room, I have to strain to make out her features. But I see the vulnerability and the eagerness in her expression. I sit upright and watch her.

  “It’s time,” she whispers with a feathery lilt to her voice. “I’m ready.”

  My heart expanding against my ribs, I get up and go to her. All thoughts of breaking things off with her have melted away. Her nipples press against the fabric of her shirt as her chest rises and falls, betraying her nervousness.

  My body roars to life.

  “Don’t be scared, Princess,” I whisper as my lips touch hers, “Tonight, I’m going to give you what you need.”

  A groan escapes her when I touch my mouth to her neck. I lift the fabric of her shirt and pull it over her head. She curves her spine, pressing her chest to mine. I hum with excitement, seeing her beautiful skin exposed to me.

  I cup her breasts, kissing her throat as I roll her nipples between my fingers. She purrs as her arms come around me and she pushes my pants down my legs. She says my name.

  That sound. I love that sound.

  My lips pause in their exploration of her body and I pull back to look at her. She’s so beautiful. And now I’m glad that I waited. I’m glad I didn’t fuck her that day on the kitchen table or the night when I’d set up the candles and music. We weren’t ready then…But we’re ready tonight. She’s ready tonight.

  The time is right. Her eyes are glowing. Her breasts are ripe. Her body is prepared…And I love her.

  I love her.

  The words are on the tip of my tongue as I pick her up and carry her to the bed. I feel them clawing against the back of my throat as I spread her out on my mattress. They’re screaming for release as I pull off my shirt and climb on top of her.

  She laces her arms around my neck and smiles up at me.

  “What are you grinning about?” I ask in a quiet voice as I trail my fingers down her soft belly.

  She bites her bottom lip shyly. “I’m just glad it’s you. I saved myself for such a long time. But now, I’m glad to be giving myself to you.”

  I can’t find words to tell her how much I appreciate this gift. “Oh, girl…oh, girl…” That’s all I can think to say.

  She’s too sweet. Too wonderful. My heart can’t take it. So, I kiss my way down her body and spread her legs wide, I eat her until she’s crying and plunging into ecstasy.

  While she recovers, I grab a condom from my drawer and sheathe myself in the latex. She invites me in, opening her legs for me. “You want me, Princess?” I ask as I brace myself over her. The question isn’t meant to be seductive or even teasing. I spent such a long time feeling useless and unwanted before I met her and a part of me still finds it hard to believe that this angel wants any part of me.

  She reaches up and strokes her fingers along my cheek. “I want you. Please, Nicholas. I need you.”

  I shiver as I run the cloaked head of my erection through her wet folds. She sighs lustily, her body begging for more. I pause one last time, giving her one last opportunity to change her mind, but when she hoists her legs around my hips, locking her ankles behind my back, I know that our fate is sealed.

  With one tender thrust, I push through her entrance and she stretches around the crown of my cock. Leaning over her, I drop my head down, closing my eyes briefly and bracing my weight on my arms. It’s so intense and we haven’t even started yet.

  I glance down at her to gauge her response. Her eyes shine up at me, lusty and eager. Just looking at her, I almost lose it and slam straight into her, balls deep. But I restrain myself. Instead, the over-analytical side of my brain swings into action. I try to think back to all the videos I watched and the articles I read just for this moment.

  I want to get it right. I want to get it right. I want to get it right.

  This moment is so special for her. If I fuck it up, there’s no going back.

  She runs her hand down my arm, wearing question marks in her eyes. “Are you all right? You seem really tense.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you…” I whisper.

  For some reason, that causes wetness to gush from her body. “Just do it. I’m not scared. I trust you.”

  I smile at her. Whether she knows it or not, she just gave me permission to let go and stop worrying about getting it down to a science, about using the right algorithms and formulae to give her an experience she’ll always cherish.

  Because maybe making love isn’t a science. Maybe it’s an art. And I have the most perfect canvas laid out in front of me, miles of milky white skin to paint with my fingers and tongue. And a beautiful, willing girl who wants to color outside the lines with me.

  “Hold on, okay?”

  She nods and grasps my biceps so tightly that I can feel her nails cutting into my flesh.

  I sink a little deeper into her and I moan throatily. She’s so tight, her virgin flesh straining around my cock. Her eyes press shut and sweat dots her forehead as I push even deeper into her until my shaft is pressing against her hymen.

  Her eyes pop open and there’s pure fear in her expression. “Kiss me,” she begs, “kiss me through this part.” Her body is completely rigid.

  I won’t deny her the pain-relief she’s seeking so I dip my head until our lips catch. I graze my mouth against hers and suck on her flesh as I rear my hips back just a little. While she enjoys the diversion of the kiss, I pump my pelvis, hammering straight through her walls.

  Her pained cry is muffled by my lips as I intensify the kiss for her sake. I give her a moment to recuperate from the shock of having me inside of her. She recovers quickly and soon, I’m fucking her in long, slow strokes.

  I’m fucking her. Yes, I’m fucking her.

  She isn’t a virgin anymore. She just lost her cherry on my cock. Pride, lust, awe and a million other emotions fill
my blood. I stroke her cheek and our eyes connect in the dim room.

  “Nicholas…” she breathes, relief in her tone, tension dissipating from her body. She laughs softly, a giddy, happy laugh.

  I laugh, too. Being in her body is so intense and beautiful. It only augments all the things I already feel for her.

  We find a rhythm, slow and sensuous. I strum my index along her clit to heighten the sensation. Her legs close tight around my hips as the final filaments of pain fade away, completely replaced by pleasure. And now, I’m fucking her harder, picking up the pace, digging deep into her. Her moans are rising, filling the room.

  My tempo grows hard and punishing as our bodies slap together. Blakely moans my name, she begs me not to stop fucking her. I lose myself in my lust and my love as her pussy hugs my throbbing cock with each pump.

  Now, she’s shaking beneath me, wrapping her legs tighter. “I’m coming, Nicholas,” she groans as her body clamps down on mine. As the orgasm sweeps her up in a whirlwind of sensations, I come too, getting swept up right along with her.

  Chapter 28

  Blakely

  I look different.

  Leaning close to the mirror, I observe my skin up-close. It bears a healthy flush and it seems to have evened out over the past few days.

  My eyes seem bigger and brighter, too. And they’re worldlier. Like they’ve seen some stuff…Some toe-curling, back-bending, world-shaking stuff.

  But I think my smile is the biggest difference. I can’t stop grinning and I don’t want to. There’s a warm feeling in my blood ever since I let Nicholas inside, literally and figuratively. There’s this freedom that comes with abandoning yourself completely to another person, trusting them fully with your body…and your heart.

  I need to bottle up this emotion and sell it at the spa. It’s the ultimate beauty potion. Me and Isla will be rolling in dough in no time.

  Nicholas’ Good Lovin’ – available in 250 ml and 475 ml portions. I can see the pretty packaging now.

  I know, I know…I told him that I only wanted him to take my virginity, that I wasn’t looking for love, that I was only interested in his sex tutelage.

  But now, I’m crazy about him. At this point, I can’t imagine ever sharing my body with another man. Every time we come together, it’s intimate and passionate, explosive. The chemistry between us is undeniable. And we laugh together. He makes me feel safe. He understands me. I could hide out all day in the little world we’ve built between these four walls.

  Which is exactly what we plan to do today. It’s Saturday and, for once, I’ve called in sick from the spa (although I’m not sure if being stiff and deliciously achy from Lesson # 2: Doggie Style, is a legitimate illness.) Anyway, I plan to let Nicholas wreck my body with orgasms today and tomorrow.

  Staying in bed and playing house with my roommate until Monday rolls around? #WeekendGoals.

  “Blakely, pizza’s here,” Nicholas calls from right outside the bathroom door.

  I open the door a crack and stick my head out. “Did you pick out the movie?” I’ve made two unsuccessful attempts at watching Dwarf Wars this week. I’m praying that he won’t subject me to that torture again. I swear the only good thing about anime is that I get to watch it while wrapped up in Nicholas’ big strong arms.

  “I’ve come up with a compromise,” he announces.

  “Oh, yeh?” I ask in a flirtatious tone. “What’s your compromise?”

  He gives me a boyish smile. “You get to pick the movie if you give me a blowie.”

  My ears perk up and I open the door the rest of the way. He stands there with his sculpted chest and arms on display. “That’s your idea of a compromise?” I ask in a snarky tone, planting my fists on my waist.

  He furrows his brow. “Sounds pretty fair to me.” One shoulder juts up. He’s so fucking cute but he’s clueless when it comes to sarcasm.

  I hook my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and pull him into the bathroom. Licking my lips, I sink to my knees. “Well, I don’t know what’s in it for you, but it’s a win-win for me.”

  Chapter 29

  Nicholas

  Blakely rolls her hips, grinding her pussy onto my dick. She leans forward and her nipples graze my bare chest, driving me wild. My hands slide over her ass, spreading those cheeks apart.

  Her skin is warm and flushed all over. Sweat beads on her forehead. I've lost track of how many orgasms we've shared tonight. This is the lesson three: cowgirl style (the last official lesson, aside from the very, very taboo bonus lesson), I guess we both want it to count.

  She moans my name as she sits up and gazes down at me, running her fingernails down my chest. I hiss as I watch the space where all nine inches of my shaft get lost in her rippling channel. Just over a week ago, she was a virgin. Now, her little cunt is molded to my dick, stretched out to fit me just right.

  And now that our lessons are coming to a close, I'm just supposed to stop? Stop kissing her? Stop fucking her? Stop needing her as if she was the only thing holding me together?

  I promised her I'd be able to walk away. But now that I've had her, can I just turn my back on the truest connection I’ve ever felt?

  Falling into her is so easy. She makes it so damn easy.

  I can't keep her. I know that deep down – I'm a neurotic freak – but I've never wanted anything the way I want her.

  Fuck. Life isn't fair.

  I stick my thumb in my mouth, wetting it and then run it over her little clit. She hisses, bracing her hands against the headboard and picking up speed, riding me harder.

  She comes hard, shaking and pulling on her hair. I follow right behind her. She collapses on top of me, cheek pressed to my heart, hands splayed on my chest. In a matter of minutes, she falls asleep in my arms. And it feels good. Way too good.

  She isn't mine. Why do I have to keep reminding myself? This possessiveness that I feel is out of place. It wasn't part of the plan, it wasn't part of the project.

  I need to get away from this girl. For her own good. She may get hurt but she has no idea how tarnished I am. I don’t want her to end up tarnished, too.

  So this time, I'm the one who climbs out of the bed and tiptoes back to my own room because I know that if I let myself spend the night with Blakely in my arms, I'll never let her go.

  Chapter 30

  Blakely

  I'm dancing around the kitchen, feeling silly and happy. Goddamn – I'm in love!

  Yes, I'm in love with my roommate.

  We're so good together. He's got to feel it too, right? I'm not the only one feeling all this, am I? I think about the way he touched me last night, the way he looked at me...Yeh, he feels it.

  And I know it isn’t what we agreed to. He agreed to be my sex tutor, nothing more. But things are different now. We’re on the same page, I just know.

  I sing along to the Ed Sheernan song in my head as I toss a handful of berries into the blender. I image that it's Nicholas saying those words to me, telling me how much he loves my body. I giggle at the thought.

  Shaking my booty, I hit 'frappé' and watch my fruits transform into a creamy breakfast smoothie. I pop the top off of the cup and take a hearty swallow. Mmm...a smoothie has never tasted this good. It could be the dried plums that I threw in. Or it could be the fact that I'm in L-O-V-E.

  God, I'm corny.

  But it doesn't matter because Nicholas likes me just the way I am. At least I think so.

  And this love thing is really good for my writing business, too. I woke up in the middle of the night and realized that he'd crept out of bed. I grabbed my laptop and started typing. The words just flew off of the tips of my fingers. I'm confident that Taken by my Bad Boy Roommate is my best work yet. Everything thing in my life just flows now. Everything is good.

  Nicholas pads into the kitchen, wearing jogging shorts low on his hips, his carved torso on glorious display, his hair a tussled mess. "Hey," he says as he tosses his t-shirt over the back of a chair.

 
"Hey!" I chirp as he leans into the fridge and grabs the orange juice. "No, here," I say as I intercept the juice box, setting it on the table. I slide the smoothie into his hand. "Try this."

  He pauses and gives me a look I can't interpret before taking the smoothie with a sigh. He takes a sip as though it's a great big chore. The crease between his brows, the tension in his jaw. What’s up with the moodiness, Handsome?

  I try to ignore his sullen demeanor, still riding my love-high. "Tell me that isn't the best smoothie you've ever had," I dare him with a great, big smile.