Changing Lanes (Creekwood, #2)

by A. Marie

I’m hard as a fucking rock and when her leg lifts, brushing my dick, I damn near explode then and there, making a complete fool of myself.

Roommates. We’re roommates and that’s how roommates are. They’re comfortable around each other. They talk openly, laugh freely, and fantasize about ripping the other’s clothes off with their teeth. Or…no? I don’t think that’s how these things work. I definitely don’t feel that way about Marc.

I wish I could say I have a witty comment, or a sarcastic remark, or even a single fucking word to acknowledge this gorgeous woman mounting me but my brain malfunctions as all the blood rushes to my cock, leaving me completely speechless. Holy. Fuck.