She made a frantic attempt to think of more rules, but none came to mind. Shit. This was way too easy—for him. All he’d had to do was dangle the sex carrot under her nose and she was ready to take a chunk out of it. There should’ve been a dozen reasons why letting Ben stay with her was a bad, bad idea, but somehow all those reasons eluded her. It didn’t help that he was still fondling her breasts and it definitely didn’t help that her pussy was so wet, her panties were completely soaked.
And yet the excitement coursing through her gave her pause. Was her roommate right? Was her life so focused on work and school that she’d really lost touch with the rest of the world? Was she really anti-fun?
God, she hoped not. She didn’t want to be that woman. The one who let her entire life pass her by only to wake up one day and realize she’d missed out.
You have sex twice a year! Of course you’re missing out!
She tried to shut out that annoying voice, but it was difficult to ignore the truth. Besides, a few orgasms a year really couldn’t be healthy, could it? Didn’t her body deserve a week of orgasmic delights? Movie star or not, a hot guy was offering to be her boy toy, for fuck’s sake. How in her right mind could she turn that down?
“Maggie?” His rough voice broke through her conflicting thoughts.
She glanced down, realizing his hands were still under her shirt, his fingers still caressing her painfully hard nipples and his erection still pressed against her unbelievably wet pussy.
Opening her mouth, she sucked in a breath and said, “Eight days, Barrett. Don’t complicate my life.”
“And the sex?”
A whisper of a smile tugged at her mouth. “Like you said, anything I want, anytime I want it.” She wiggled her lower body into his and added, “Starting now.”
Without a word, Ben followed Maggie down the hall, barely able to conceal his smile of satisfaction. He waited while she stepped into the bathroom, then returned with a small box of condoms in her hands. Oh yeah. No question who’d won the battle. Hell, make that the entire fucking war. Not only had he managed to secure himself a place to stay—one out of the prying eyes of the press—he’d convinced Maggie to go to bed with him. Not an easy feat, considering she was obviously a workaholic who viewed sex as a complication.
It still amazed him, how Maggie managed to get by with only a couple of sexual trysts a year.
Fortunately, he was here to fix that.
They reached her bedroom, and he stood in the doorway for a second, the smile finally reaching his lips when he saw Maggie flop down on the bed and lie on her back. She was wearing a loose cotton tank top and a pair of baggy sweatpants, hardly an outfit that screamed seduction, but something about the casual attire turned him on. He liked that she didn’t go to great lengths to doll herself up. The way she dressed reflected that no-nonsense attitude he got from her.
“Come here,” she said, her voice both throaty and apprehensive.
He stepped closer, reaching for the hem of his T-shirt then pulling the material over his head. Her eyes widened, just a little, at the sight of his bare chest, and his cock jerked in response. No matter how annoying she claimed to find him, she couldn’t deny her attraction and they both knew it.
Unzipping his jeans, he slid them down his legs and kicked them aside.
She raised one delicate brow. “No boxers?”
“I have to go shopping for clothes tomorrow.”
“You don’t need clothes. You’re much more attractive naked.”
He held his hand to his heart and shot her a mock smile. “Why, Maggie, was that a compliment?”
“Unfortunately.” She released a little sigh. “I should’ve known better. Your ego’s big enough already.”
He approached the bed, frowning when she made no move to undress. “Take off your clothes already,” he grumbled. “I feel at a disadvantage.”
“Take them off for me. You’re the boy toy, remember?” She shot him a mischievous grin. “Besides, if you want to stay here, you need to earn the room and board.”
He couldn’t stop a chuckle. Damn, he liked sassy women. He liked this one in particular, but he suspected that was because she wasn’t deliberately trying to be sassy. She simply was.
“C’mon, Mr. Movie Star. Let’s see what you’ve got,” she taunted.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Yep. And at the moment you’re definitely not meeting it.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes narrowing. “You realize you won’t be this smug when I’m through with you?”
Before she could answer, he leaned forward and grasped the waistband of her sweatpants. Very, very slowly, he rolled the material down her smooth legs, brushing his fingertips along every inch of skin that he revealed. He heard her breath hitch and fought a smile. No matter how much she pretended to be in control, he knew that all it would take was one touch, one soft lick to her pussy, and she’d be a moaning, trembling mess again.
He threw the pants on the floor before focusing his attention on her tank top. Instead of removing it though, he simply lowered his head to her chest and kissed her breasts through the shirt. The kiss left a wet spot on the material and caused both her nipples to poke out eagerly.
“Let’s get this off,” she said, her hands fumbling for the hem of her top.