I give him a small nod. It’s all he needs as he thrusts inside me. “Right? Perfection is so overrated.”

I’ve never felt so full.

So good.

So final.

My head falls back as he keeps thrusting into me. My hands dig into his muscular shoulders, and I know I’m doing something that can’t be undone. I mean, we were supposed to be roommates for how long? Months? Days?

And now we’re literally having sex in his shower.

And I’m no longer afraid.

I’m owning it.

And I’m loving it as his thick cock shoves deeper, harder.

I slump against him in a wet mess of satisfaction, and I can’t even think straight.

Ambrose’s breathing is heavy as he pulls out of me, sets me slowly on my feet, and then lowers to his knees.

“We’re going to be late,” I whisper.

“So let us be late.” He winks from his knees. “Let me be the best boyfriend…”

“But you’re not—“

“—Watch your mouth, princess… My cock may not fit inside it, by the way, but that’s to try for another day. You’re at my house. My school. In my life. And I’m not letting you go, so let me let you go.”

My eyes widen.

And then his mouth is on me again, his tongue inside me.

Is this for real?

His hands dig into my ass.

And I’m there for him in so many ways I don’t even know how to process until I’m orgasming against a tongue that should be illegal and a boy that shouldn’t know all the ways to get arrested.

I laugh.

He stands. “Ladies first…”

I get out of the shower and think, best I’ve ever had, shower and… him.

Ambrose.

I’m in deep shit.

Chapter Five

Ambrose

I can’t believe I did that.

Literally, the entire dialogue in my head as we drive to school.

I reach for her hand.

She reaches back.

My phone’s been blowing up like I’m some celebrity and at this point, after being with her this morning, I kind of want to swing my cock around like a total dick.

Because I have her.

I need her.

I want her.

She’s mine.

Fucking mine.

I feel defensive. I feel territorial, and I wonder why I’ve never felt this way until now, and then I glance over at her… it’s not just her beauty, it’s her ability to fight me back, her openness.

Fuck, ladies first, I’d go to my knees for days for this girl.

And I barely know her, which makes me seem like I’ve lost it—but fuck let me lose it in her first.

Please.

I’m nervous for no reason.

I haven’t responded to any of my friends’ text threads and kind of feel like kind of an asshole for not saying anything, but is it wrong to want to keep this to myself? To keep her?

I pull into my usual parking spot and kill the engine.

Today, for the first time in forever, I don’t want to burn the school down. I just want her to have a good day.