“Nice tits,” he remarks.

I fight a laugh. “You know they’re not real, right?”

“They’re not? Right on. I support a woman’s choice to get a boob job. Whatever makes her happy.”

“You’re hilarious.”

He looks at the sketch again. “Did you use your own tits for reference?” he drawls.

“Come on. Those are way bigger than mine.”

His seductive gaze drops to my chest. I’m still sporting the dress I wore to campus today, and its high neckline and long sleeves don’t offer much in terms of cleavage. But Fitz is ogling me as if I’m completely topless. “I don’t know… Yours are pretty big.”

“I’m a C cup. That’s average.”

“That is not average.”

“Mmm-hmmm, and you know the universal boob size average because…? You personally polled every woman in the world?”

“No, but there’s this thing on the Internet, Summer. It’s called porn. Have you heard of it?”

My laughter can’t be contained this time. I have so much fun with this guy, it’s unreal.

“I’m so turned on right now,” he adds. “Just so you know.”

“Because of my cartoon lady’s bigger-than-average boobs?”

“No, because you’re an artist. You literally just became a hundred times hotter to me.”

Rolling my eyes, I gather my stuff and get to my feet. “I’m going to put all this back in my room. You said you wanted to watch something on Netflix—are we still doing that?”

“Like hell we are.”

The growly timbre stops me from taking another step. When I notice his expression, a shiver rolls through me.

He’s looking at me as if I’m his next meal.

“You’re smoldering,” I inform him.

Fitz walks over and takes my school stuff from my hands. Without a word, he sets the entire pile on the bed. Then he returns.

He’s unzipping his pants as he walks.

My breath gets stuck in my throat. Oh my God.

Saliva floods my mouth. He’s got a rocket in there. I want it. To my dismay, he simply reaches a hand inside his undone pants and does some rearranging, tucking his hard-on under the waistband of his boxers.

My jaw opens. “Are you kidding me? You unzipped your pants just to hide your sweet penis from me?”

He chokes out a laugh. “My sweet penis can wait a few minutes.”

“Wait for what—”

His mouth is on mine before I can finish. A loud moan slips out, which he swallows with his soft, hungry lips. “Quiet,” he murmurs, even as his tongue scrapes over mine in a dirty, dirty kiss. “Mike’s downstairs. And my door isn’t locked.”

“Should we lock it—”

He cuts me off with another kiss. I guess he’s confident in our roommate honoring the privacy code.

With his lips glued to mine, he nudges me backward. My butt bumps into his desk, and a pair of earphones crash to the floor. Fitz ignores that and slips one hand underneath my dress. I shiver when his fingers graze my inner thigh. His knuckles briefly rub my damp panties, and then he moves the fabric to the side and the pad of his thumb presses on my clit.

The air leaks out of my lungs in a squeaky rush.

“Feel good?” he whispers in my ear.

“What do you think?”

He smiles, and it’s filthy and adorable at the same time. His hand glides over me. The heel of it now tends to my swollen clit while his middle finger teases my opening. Every nerve ending in my body crackles to life. I never, ever want this to stop.

Fitz bends and kisses the column of my throat. I’m sure he can feel my pulse throbbing there. His mouth is hot on my neck when his finger slips inside. He doesn’t go too deep. Instead, he curls it and rubs a sweet spot inside me.

“So wet,” he croaks.

Yup. I am. And I can barely stay upright. Luckily, he’s gripping my butt with his other hand, holding me steady while he expertly fingers me. The pleasure builds to an excruciating point, until I’m swaying on my feet even with his strong grip on me.

He laughs huskily. “Hop up on the desk.”

I almost cry when he withdraws his finger, but I follow his orders and find an available surface, which is hard because there are computer monitors and gaming equipment all over his desk.

The second my ass connects with the solid wood, Fitz bunches the hem of my dress between his fingers. The calluses on his palms rake my bare legs as he drags the fabric up to my waist. His hungry gaze focuses on my pink bikini panties. Before I can blink, he’s tugging them off and tossing them aside.

I’m completely exposed to him now, and he eyes me like a man who’s just discovered a secret treasure.

“No teasing tonight.” There’s a note of desperation in my voice. “Just fuck me.”

He chuckles and goes to get a condom from his drawer. He eases his cargo pants and boxers down his hips until his penis springs free and slaps his washboard stomach.

“You are so sexy,” I breathe, staring at his thick erection.

The pressure between my legs intensifies. He’s so big and so male and I’ve never wanted anybody the way I want him.

Licking his lips, Fitz covers himself with the condom. When he grips the base of his erection, anticipation ripples through me.

I spread my legs wider.

Heat flares in his eyes. He steps into the cradle of my thighs and guides himself inside me.

And that’s when the door swings open and Hunter stumbles into the bedroom.

26

Fitz

“Aw, well, this is cozy.”

Summer and I freeze as Hunter makes a not-so-graceful entrance, staggering into my room without warning. And we have no choice but to remain frozen, because my ass is bare and my dick is buried deep inside her.

But Hunter doesn’t know that yet. From his vantage point, it looks like Summer is sitting on my desk and I’m standing between her legs. Bare-assed, sure, but I don’t think he’s picked up on that.

He is noticeably drunk. I’m talking wasted. His broad, muscular body weaves and lurches as he wanders around my room. His gaze briefly connects with mine, and I can see him struggling to focus his eyes. They’re hazy with intoxication. He finally stops at the foot of the bed, then spreads his arms and lets himself fall backward onto the mattress. He lands with a thump and starts to laugh.

He rises on his elbows and grins at me. Still hasn’t noticed that my ass is hanging out. “Fuckin’ hell, Fitz, your bed is way more comfortable than mine. Lucky bastard.”

Summer’s hands tremble on my waist. She slowly slides them off and flattens them on the desktop. Her pussy spasms around my still-hard cock. I don’t know if it’s intentional or involuntary, but I choke back a groan all the same.

“I just came from this party at Sigma Cow. Chow. Chi. Sigma Chi.” He’s slurring now. “And my buddy was like, what do you mean you’re pissed at Fizzy? You grow a vagina or something?”

Summer shifts, and I give her a warning look. I’m waiting for the right moment to pull out. And it can’t be when Hunter’s gaze is on me like white on rice.