My heart beat fast and loud and hot. “So you really believe that after sleeping with you one time, women fall in love with you?”
He nodded. “I wish it wasn’t true, but yeah, that’s what I’m telling you.”
Something snapped inside me.
Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the twinkle in his mischievous eyes. Hell, it could have been the eager bulge in his pants, but the fixer in me wanted to help—wanted to prove him wrong. Of course I wanted to experience true love one day, but in the meantime, I was damn near lightheaded at the idea of having a hot tryst.
“What if I could prove you wrong?” My voice was surprisingly steady for how nervous I suddenly felt.
“What are you saying?” His posture was stiff, as if his body was coiled tight, all his muscles on alert.
Wicked thoughts flashed through my brain. I tried like hell to talk myself out of them, but fuck, I’d seen this man naked, and now we were living under the same roof.
“Are you willing to put your money where your mouth is?”
“And have sex with you?” His lips twitched, distracting me.
My eyes met his and held. I didn’t even need to say yes out loud.
“What’s in this for you?” he asked.
“Aside from a few orgasms? The chance to prove your theory is bullshit.”
He pushed his hands into his hair and stared up at the ceiling. “Fuck.” His voice was thick and laced with need.
The last time I saw my best friend’s younger brother, he was a geek wearing braces. But when Cannon shows up to crash in my spare room, I get a swift reality check.
Now twenty-four, he’s broad shouldered and masculine, and so sinfully sexy, I want to climb him like the jungle gyms we used to enjoy. At six-foot-something with lean muscles hiding under his T-shirt, a deep sexy voice, and full lips that pull into a smirk when he studies me, he’s pure temptation.
Fresh out of a messy breakup, he doesn’t want any entanglements. But I can resist, right?
I’m holding strong until the third night of our new arrangement when we get drunk and he confesses his biggest secret of all: he’s cursed when it comes to sex. Apparently he’s a god in bed, and women instantly fall in love with him.
I’m calling bullshit. In fact, I’m going to prove him wrong, and if I rack up a few much-needed orgasms in the process, all the better.
There’s no way I’m going to fall in love with Cannon. But once we start…I realize betting against him may have been the biggest mistake of my life.
THE ROOM MATE is a full-length standalone romance.
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