by Alexis Angel
“Send him up.”
I glance around the apartment, satisfied that the maid service did a good job today. I really hope this Adrian guy is a good fit. I don’t need a roommate, but I get bored easily being alone all the time. Yeah, I have plenty of women to keep me company, but they’re only interested in what I can give them. I just want someone around to keep the apartment from feeling less lonely. A guy that I don’t have to worry about trying to get to my bank account by way of getting into my pants.
When the knock sounds, I stride over and open the door. The friendly smile falls in an instant as I struggle to comprehend how she is standing outside my apartment.
My sexy as hell closet freak.
She looks just as confused, her perfect mouth opening and closing a few times, her eyebrows drawing together.
“Reese?” she finally says, doubt in her voice, and a hint of something else. Wariness?
How does she know my name?
“That’s me.” I give her a grin that should disarm her, but instead her eyes widen and she shakes her head.
“Oh my god.” She closes her eyes. “I’m Adrienne.”
Adrienne. A name that’s just as sexy as she is.
“Well, how can I help you, Adrienne?” I have a few ideas.
It’s almost a whisper, and I lean in closer. “I’m here to tour the apartment.”
Shit. Adrienne. Not Adrian.
My assistant booked the appointments and screened the candidates. Right now I’m wondering if I should fire her or give her a raise. Because how the hell did she not know it was a woman?
I should be pissed. I don’t need another woman trying to edge her way into my life. But all I can think about right now is that I’m one damn lucky bastard. Because this woman living in my apartment? My mind goes straight to her prancing around in her underwear, late night movies turning into late night fuck fests. Because that’s totally what coed roomies do. Right?
My irrational fantasies are shot down real fast when she backs up, shaking her head. “I thought Reese was a girl. I’m sorry. I’ll just go.”
Adrienne turns, her face stricken, and I move before I think.
“The hell you will.”
I grab her elbow and pull her toward me, into my apartment, and push the door shut, backing her against it.
Her mouth falls open, blue eyes wide, and her breath hitches before resuming at a faster pace, her breasts heaving beneath the demure silk blouse that I want to rip off of her.
I stand for a minute, pinning her between my arms as I rest a palm on either side of her face. All I know is that everything in me is screaming not to let this woman walk away.
Lowering my head, I lean in to whisper in her ear, sensing the shudder that runs through her as my breath skates across her skin. “Now that I have you here, there is no fucking way you’re leaving.”
Adrienne swallows hard. “I should leave.” Her tongue darts out nervously to moisten her lips, and I’m done. “But I don’t want to.”
I don’t respond. There’s nothing left to say. Everything that built up on the train just a little while ago is hanging right there between us, and I’m about to fucking do something about it.
200
Adrienne
Reese is my train guy? The person I’m only meeting as a formality because I desperately need this apartment is the very same guy I just ground myself against on a train until I was so wet all it would take was a touch to make me explode?
I can’t even wrap my head around it because all I can process is that his mouth is inches from mine, the raw lust in his eyes making his intention clear.
And then I can’t think at all, only feel, as his lips crash into mine.
He crowds me up against the door, grabbing my wrists and pinning them with one hand above my head as his other hand grips my hip and holds me in place as he grinds his cock against me.
I moan against the assault of his lips, responding to him instantly. I feel my pussy clench with need as Reese nips at my lips, then parts them with his tongue, thrusting it into my mouth in an urgent rhythm that mimics what I want him to do with his cock. His crazy big cock that I felt in all its hard thickness beneath the thin fabric of our clothes on the train.
Reese keeps my arms pinned against the door as he drags his teeth down my neck. I arch against him as he sucks the sensitive flesh at the base of my neck.
“Oh god,” I moan, losing myself completely. “Please.”
He pulls his head back, a dark glint in his even darker eyes. “You want it, don’t you?” He grinds his hips against me. As if I could mistake what he means. “Are you a bad girl, Adrienne?”
I feel a rush race through me at the sound of my name on his lips, as well as his insinuation. The excitement in the way he says it. Like he wants me to be a bad girl. And right now? I really, really want to be.
Reese moves the hand from my hip around to my ass and squeezes, then reaches lower, bunching my skirt up in his hand yanking it up around my waist. He pulls back slightly, taking me in, then runs his hand back behind me, his hand meeting bare flesh and sending liquid desire straight to my core.
My breath is ragged with anticipation as he traces the lacy waistband of my black thong over my hip and around, his finger running along the crease of my inner thigh. My hips buck involuntarily, searching for the touch I’m craving.
“You are a bad girl. You want me to take you right up against this wall. Fuck you hard until you scream my name.”
Is that what I want? I don’t even know this guy. But when he dips his finger inside the lace, brushing against my drenched folds, I know that I do.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Fuck me, Reese.” I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. But when he hooks a finger in my panties and yanks them down, I no longer care.
“So hot,” he murmurs, watching as he slides a finger inside me. Finishing what he started, what I wanted him to do on the train.
I cry out as he adds a finger, thrusting deep into my pussy, and rolls his thumb over my clit. Shivers race up and down my spine, through my arms and legs, then shoot back to my core, igniting my body until I feel that I might burst into flames.
Then his mouth is back on mine, teeth and tongue and lips urgent and demanding. I kiss him back, grinding against his hand, searching for release. I want to wrap my arms around him, wrap my entire body around him, but he still has me pinned to the door.
“I want you so bad,” he grits out as he pumps his fingers into me faster and faster, sending me right up to the edge of ecstasy. “Do you have any idea what you did to me today when I saw that underneath all this you have a dirty side?” He flicks the strap of the garter belt with his thumb before going right back to my clit. “Because there’s no way someone wears something like this and doesn’t want to be fucked hard and dirty.”
A whimper makes it way out of my chest. “Yes. Please.”
He lowers his head to my chest, teasing me through my shirt with his lips, brushing them back and forth until my nipples become hard peaks straining against the lace of my bra.
“You look so perfect in your fancy clothes. I just want to mess them up. Mess you up.”
I never would have thought I’d be okay with someone wrinkling up my overpriced silk blouse, but as he clamps his mouth over my breast, sucking hard until I can feel the wetness of his mouth through the thin fabric separating us, it does nothing but make me wetter.
Reese chuckles as if he knows what he’s doing to me. I can hear the sound of my juices on his hand as he continues to drive into me. And when he bites down on my nipple, I come apart.
A million pinpricks of light fill my vision. I convulse, my body pushed to its limits by the intensity of the orgasm as it crashes over me. My pussy clenches around Reese’s fingers, as I ride wave after wave of pure pleasure.
When I come down, aftershocks wracking my body, I open my eyes and stare at him. His cocky expression tells me he knows just how
amazing he made me feel.
“So, Adrienne,” he murmurs, finally releasing my wrists from above my head, “I was looking for a male roommate, but I think I might make an exception in your case.”
His words bring me sharply back to reality. Oh my god. I just let a complete stranger rip my panties off and make me come against his door. The door of the apartment I thought would be mine up until fifteen minutes ago.
Now, I’m just confused. I can’t live here. How could I? It’s all kinds of complicated, and I don’t have room for that in my life. What would that even make us? Roommates? Fuck buddies? Definitely not friends with benefits because I don’t even know the guy.
“I’m sorry,” I stammer, pulling my panties up and shoving my skirt down as fast as I can. I reach for the doorknob as confusion washes over Reese’s face. His heartbreakingly gorgeous face.
Yeah. I can’t do this. It’s just asking for heartbreak. Because there is no way I can live with this guy and keep my hands off him. Which means I can’t live with him at all. Even if that means after this week I’m effectively homeless.
“I’m sorry,” I repeat, twisting the knob and practically running out the door before he can stop me. I don’t look back.
201
Reese
I pace my office, my phone pressed against my ear. “What do you mean there’s no other address?”
My assistant tries to respond calmly, but I can tell my outburst has rattled her. “Exactly what it sounds like. Her application said her current lease ended last Saturday. And she didn’t have any forwarding address or anything.
I rake my hand through my hair. It’s been almost two weeks since Adrienne ran from my apartment and I feel like I’m going crazy. I can’t get her out of my head. I pulled out all the stops trying to run into her on the 6 Train, but I know she has to be avoiding me, changing her schedule or something.
I need to find her. No, I have to find her. Somehow she has totally taken over my waking—and sleeping—thoughts.
“Well, I think we have enough resources to figure this out,” I say, trying to rein in my frustration. For fuck’s sake, I own one of the biggest real estate conglomerates in the city. Someone should be able to track her down. Then it hits me. Her job.
“What did she list as her place of employment?”
After a few minutes, she has the info together and I’m headed out of my office building and up Lexington. Yeah, I’m acting like a total stalker. I’m taking this meeting on the train thing way further than before. But I can’t explain it. I need to know why she ran out on me. Know what was going through her head.
More than that, I actually want to know her. That’s a new one. I don’t do this. I don’t date women, get close to women. But that’s exactly where my mind has been. That I want to find out more about Adrienne Rhodes.
She’s a total contradiction. Prim and proper exterior, sultry sex underneath. I’d like to think that it’s just curiosity. I’ve had a sample, and now I want the full meal.
But I’m lying to myself. How else can I explain the fact that for two months I’ve watched this woman on the train, been curious about her?
There’s obviously something about her that some part of me has responded to. And I need to figure it out.
I glance at my watch as I approach the Dover Street Market. It’s nearing the time that I’d normally head for the train, so maybe she’s leaving work. I catch a glimpse of long blonde waves and feel a rush of adrenaline and desire.
It’s her. She’s across the street, and I walk through the crowds as fast as I can, trying to catch up to her. She turns the corner and heads for the subway station just as the light changes and cars start flying down Lexington in the crazy way that only New York drivers do. Shit, I’m going to lose her.
Finally, I make my way across, practically running. I should feel ridiculous—this is so not me. But I need to talk to her. Ask her to dinner like I should have two fucking months ago.
I hit the stairs leading down to the platform, and see bright blonde just ahead boarding the train. I don’t think I’ll make it before the doors slide shut. But that’s not acceptable. I dodge and push through people, ignoring the dirty looks and dirtier comments tossed my way, and slip into the car just in time.
“Adrienne!”
She’s across the car, standing and holding onto a pole, her eyes wide as she stares at me in shock.
I push through the crowded train to get to her.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I smile, just glad that I finally found her, and take her hand. “I need to talk to you.”
The shiver that courses through her at my touch radiates back through my own body. It was like this in my apartment too. My body simply aware of hers, every touch electric. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and we didn’t even have sex.
Adrienne looks up at me, those blue eyes trying to read me.
“Why did you leave? Why did you run out?”
She presses her lips together and looks away. “I can’t explain it.”
Placing my palm on her cheek, I force her to look back at me. “Try.”
After a drawn out pause, she finally speaks. “It just hit me. I don’t even know you, but I was ready to drag you to the floor and let you do anything you wanted to me.”
My eyebrows shoot up. I didn’t expect her to be so straightforward with it. Her bold words take me by surprise, as well as send a bolt of lust straight to my cock. That’s exactly what I wanted too.
The train stops and people get on and off. When we begin moving again, I lean in close and ask, “Then why didn’t you?”
She shakes her head. “I had to go. I knew if I let it go any further then I’d do something stupid. Like move in with you.”
I laugh. “You realize that was exactly why you came over in the first place.”
She smiles. “Yeah. But meeting my train guy for a quickie is a far cry from living with him.”
“Your train guy?”
Adrienne’s face turns red, and I can’t help brushing my lips over hers. She’s too cute. Her breath hitches. Cute, and totally fucking sexy.
“Don’t you see how complicated it would be? Would we be roommates? Fuck buddies?” She shrugs. “Complicated.
I think I see what she’s getting at. “What if it’s something else entirely?”
She lifts confused eyes to mine. “What do you mean?”
I blow out a breath and go for it. “I mean, I think I might be crazy about you. I think I have been for months. How else can you explain that seeing you on the train is the best part of my day? Adrienne, I should have asked you out a long time ago, but it’s just something I don’t do. Now…”
I shake my head. “You’ve got me going crazy. I need more of this.” I gesture between us. “And this.”
I lower my mouth to hers in what I meant to be a soft kiss, but the minute our lips collide, something seems to snap in both of us.
Her arms come up around my neck, and I pull her tightly against me, needing more of her. We’re desperate, hungry, needy. I can’t get enough.
It’s all I can do not to ravish her right here in front of everyone. Public indecency be damned.
“Adrienne,” I growl, “come home with me.”
She nods, pulling my head back to hers.
The rest of the commute is pure torture, and by the time we resurface on the streets of New York, I feel like I’m going to go out of my mind if I don’t have her.
“Did you rent your apartment?” she asks as we cover the distance to my building.
“Fuck no.” I grin. “Why? You looking for a place?”
“Maybe,” she says, a teasing grin making me crazy. “The jury is still out.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “On what?”
“How well you convince me.”
We stop outside my building, and I smile, letting every dirty thought racing through my head show in my eyes.
Adrienne bites her lip, her eyes twinkling with m
ischief. “You up for it?”
Fuck yeah.
“Always.”
I grab her hand and haul her inside.
202
Adrienne
We barely make it onto the elevator. As soon as the doors slide shut, Reese pushes me against the wall and threads his fingers in my hair, yanking my head back and crushing his mouth to mine.
I knew he was holding back on the train, and now I can’t wait to see what happens next. He kicks my feet apart, pulling my skirt up high so he can wedge himself between my legs. I rock against him, savoring the delicious pressure of being trapped against his hard body.
“Fuck, baby,” he says, pulling back for just a second to take me in. “Do you always wear stuff this sexy? I think you’re going to drive me insane knowing this is what’s under your clothes. If you move in, I may never let you leave the apartment.”
I laugh and pull his mouth back to mine. I can’t wait another second. Fumbling with his pants, I release the button and reach inside, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock. God, it’s so big. My already soaked pussy gets even wetter. I want him inside of me now.
Reese grips my thighs and hoists me up against the elevator wall, and my legs close around his waist like a vise. I can feel the hard tip of his erection pressing against my panties.
The elevator finally reaches his floor and dings, the doors whooshing open, and Reese carries me just like that to his apartment, his mouth never breaking from mine as he finds his key and unlocks the door. He kicks it shut behind us and strides straight through the apartment to his bedroom.
Dropping me on his huge, plush bed, he grabs my shoes and tosses them aside, running his hands up my legs like he did that first day on the 6 Train. When his fingers are inches from my pussy, he pulls them away, leaving me whimpering and needy.
“Reese…”
He grins, that cocky smile making me lose my mind. But he’s only stopping to remove my skirt. He unzips it and yanks it off, and I pull my top over my head, ready to get rid of all the barriers between us. He seems just as eager because he sheds his own clothing just as fast.