Mr. January: A Forbidden Romance

4

Randy

Ipull into the parking lot of a mid-size apartment complex and look around. There’s no activity to speak of, so I take the SUV out to the back, and to my surprise, there’s a figure standing on top of the roof clutching a squirming cat to her chest. Weird, because no one mentioned a human on the roof. Nonetheless, a ladder lies in an awkward heap on the ground off to the side, and it isn’t hard to connect the dots. Clearly, the woman climbed up to save her cat and then the ladder fell. I sigh. It’s just another day in the life of the Cedar Toms Firefighting Department. Hopefully this will be over quick.

I get out of the SUV and walk over to the building.

“Oh, thank God you’re here!” the woman yells, waving from the roof. Her head blocks out the sun when I look up, so all I see is a curvy silhouette. “I thought I’d be stuck up here for the rest of my life!”

Her voice sounds a little familiar, but I’m not really listening as I set up my own ladder next to the building.

“It’s fine, ma’am,” I growl. “Help is on the way.”

Then I climb up, heavy and cumbersome in my emergency gear before finally stepping onto the roof with a heavy booted foot. That’s when the world stops because oh shit, it’s Sam, the girl I was telling Jethro about. She looks exactly as I remember, dressed in a tiny t-shirt that shows off her big breasts. Long legs are displayed to their best advantage beneath the hem of a minuscule denim skirt, and her brown hair is as curly and wild as ever. I want to run my fingers through her locks, but it’s clear she’s recognized me as well, and is basically spitting nails now.

“You!” she hisses, clutching her cat tight to her chest.

Oh shit, oh shit. I hold up my hands.

“Now, ma’am—” I begin.

“You’re here to help?” she cuts me off. “What, just like you ‘helped’ last time?”

“I—”

“You do remember me, don’t you?” she glares. “Or am I a total stranger to you? Just to jog your memory, I’m the girl that you took behind the dumpster like a fucking animal—”

I wince.

“Yes, yes, I remember.

“Great,” she says in a sarcastic tone. “Because what we did was pretty depraved, yet you never called. Let me guess: banging girls behind dumpsters is something you do on a regular basis.”

Shit, Sam’s being rude, but I know I deserve it.

“Miss Monroe,” I begin, but she cuts me off.

“Ha! You even remember my last name,” she continues. “So what is it? Why didn’t you call?”

I take a deep breath.

“Miss Monroe,” I begin again. “Maybe we should get off this roof first.”

But Sam’s practically letting off sparks now, and to be honest, it’s attractive. I love how she’s so full of fire and energy, and how her big breasts tremble with rage.

“Don’t Miss Monroe me,” she hisses again. “So what’s the story?”

I sigh. Clearly, we’re not going to get off this roof any time soon.

“Listen, I’m sorry,” I apologize. “If I’d known it meant so much to you, I would have called.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right. Sure.”

“I was going to,” I repeat in a firm tone. “But there are reasons why I didn’t.” I pause because this is not the time and place to get into her youth and age. “Listen, we should focus on getting you down right now. Then we’ll talk, okay? How about that?”

The pretty girl seems to think for a few moments before a small smirk makes its way onto her face. Her eyes fill with mischief, and my shoulders tighten. Oh shit. I can already tell that Sam’s up to no good even as she smirks again.

“I’m not going to come down until you do something I want,” she announces. The way she says it makes me think that she won’t take no for an answer. Oh shit, oh shit.

I raise my brows. “And what would that be, sweetheart?”

Her expression grows increasingly smug as her eyes dance. “You have to show me your cock.”

My eyes nearly bulge out of my head as I stare at Samantha for a few moments, trying to determine whether I heard her correctly or not. Apparently, I did because she crooks a finger at me, gesturing for me to come closer.

“Are you serious?” I sputter. “Right here on the roof? In the middle of an emergency? What the hell has gotten into you?”

She shrugs, totally unfazed. “Well, it’s not much of an emergency now, is it? You’re here so I’m safe, and I don’t think the roof will collapse anytime soon, so there isn’t any rush to go down or anything. It’s fine. It’ll just take a few seconds anyway.”

I protest.

“You’re goddamn crazy, you know that?”

She shrugs.

“And you love it, Randy Sterling.”

Fuck. She’s right because I do love it. I was attracted to Samantha in the first place because of her sassy personality and bangin’ bod, and now it’s happening again. I know this is wrong—I mean, I’m on duty right now, so I could be fired for this. Also, we’re not exactly in a private place. We’re on top of her building and while there’s no one around at the moment, at the very least, planes flying by could catch a glimpse.

Yet I can’t turn this girl down. Not while images of what happened behind that dumpster are flashing through my head at lightning speed. That was the best sex of my life, and I’ve been dying to get my hands on those curves again. Literally, dreaming of it even when I’m with other women. Now it looks like I’m getting a chance to make up for lost time, and my baser side says go for it.

I fix her with a look.