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“Spare room,” he continues, ignoring my comment as he points to the next room. “And this is my room.”

He nudges the door open wider, and I look around the tidy space. He has a king-size bed framed by a nightstand and not much else.

“Where do you put all of your clothes?”

“Closet.”

I pull open the door and turn to him. “It’s so tiny!”

“I don’t have many clothes. It suits me fine.”

“Hmm.”

“How big is your closet?”

“It’s a walk-in.”

“Fancy.”

I snort. “Hardly. Two of the three shelves sag, and I haven’t had time to fix them.”

“I can help.”

“Yeah? Are you handy?”

“I can be.”

My body heats as I take him in. His wet clothes are plastered to his muscular body as he stands beside his bed. The sight of him turns me on. Suddenly, all I can think about is peeling his clothes off and licking him.

“Jade?”

I lick my lips as we lock eyes. “I, uh, should get out of these wet clothes,” I murmur, grabbing the hem of my shirt and tugging it over my head.

“Fuck me,” Meyer grunts.

“Yes, please.”

We stare at each other for a beat before we move, crashing into each other.

I shudder as his cold, wet clothes press against my heated flesh.

“Wanted you since you moved in,” he groans against my lips.

“Nu-uh,” I mumble.

“Mmhm. These gorgeous curves,” he says, running his hands up my sides and around my back.

His fingers toy with the clasp of my bra. I hold my breath as he unhooks it and tugs it off. The straps slide down my arms, and I pull back, meeting his eyes as the scrap of clothing falls between us.

His eyes drop to my breasts, and he curses.

“Something wrong?” I ask, doubt starting to creep in.

“Fuck, no. Jesus, Jade. You’re perfect.”

“I don’t know about that,” I say, my hands covering my rounded stomach.

“I do. Perfect.”