“I have to go! Remember, today some of the staff from Sturm’s is coming to the set.” The producers had invited the staff so we could film them going around the rooms that were ready and picking colors for the walls and some of the tiles and stuff.

“I remember,” I told her as I tracked her fluttering around the kitchen. “You haven’t eaten breakfast.”

“I had that green juice,” she informed me as she rinsed her hands.

“That’s not breakfast. Sit down, I’ll make you something.” I was standing right behind her and the thought of hiking up that skirt and fucking her in those cowboy boots ran like a fever through me.

“I’ll buy something later.” She sounded annoyed, but I had to do something with my hands, or mistakes would be made.

“I’m offering to cook for you now though,” I insisted.

“Oh my God! All right, Dad!” she teased and turned to walk away, which gave me glimpse of that ass, and I decided another mistake would not be the end of the world.

“Come here,” I coaxed, bringing her against me. Her mouth made a little O of surprise, even as her arm snaked around my waist. I raked my mouth up her neck, and bit her earlobe for good measure. “If and when you call me Papi.” Her body stiffened at the offer in my voice. “It won’t be for my breakfast tacos.”

“You think you’ve got me sprung because of last night.” She was a little too breathless to be really mad.

“No,” I admitted. “But I’m getting you there.” She laughed in my face, but she didn’t let go either, and when I bent down to brush a kiss on her forehead she sighed so fucking sweetly I almost proposed on the spot. Her laugh was just a little shaky as I let her go, but not before giving her a playful swat.

“Your obsession with my ass is becoming a problem.” It did not sound at all like a complaint.

“Can’t wait to take a bite out of it,” I growled, digging my fingers into her. She pushed into my touch eagerly, her teeth scraping my jaw. We ground into each other like fucking teenagers.

“Shit, I’m going to be late,” my roommate moaned as I slid a hand under her skirt.

“I’ll make it fast,” I promised as I plucked her thong aside, brushing a knuckle over that delicious heat.

“Mm,” she moaned, giving me more access.

“You’re so wet,” I praised while I slid a finger up the furrow of her. She was slick and hot, and all I wanted was to sink inside.