His Best Mistake (Shillings Agency 6)

“I have a roommate. One that’s not used to me having sex in the living room.” She took a steadying breath. “He’ll come investigate if we don’t go in my room. And he won’t be subtle.”

Wait. He? Pulling back, he locked eyes with her, his hand still cupping her ass. “You live with a man?” he asked slowly, his brow furrowed.

“I do. And you live with a girl.”

“My daughter,” he said, laughing uneasily.

“And he’s my roommate.” She lifted her chin. “Is that a problem for you?”

He hesitated.

To be jealous was insane.

First of all, he wasn’t the jealous type. He’d never once felt this way when Tina was close with other men in her unit, and she’d bunked with a few of them from time to time.

Second of all, just because Daisy lived with another man didn’t mean she was going to fuck him. If she wanted to fuck him, she already would have, and he wouldn’t just be a roommate who slept in another room in their shared apartment. He’d be her goddamned lover.

And third, it was ridiculous for Mark to be jealous of another man, because he had absolutely no claim over her whatsoever. They weren’t a couple, and they weren’t going to be a couple, so why the hell was he turning green?

Besides, the dude was probably a scrawny kid she’d known since high school.

He clearly had nothing to worry about.

“No, of course not,” he said quickly.

“Good.” She tipped her head toward the door she mentioned. “So…?”

Melding his mouth to hers, he walked down the hallway with their lips locked. He supported her weight as he easily opened the door and shut it quietly behind them. As he lowered her onto the bed, she slid out from under him. He blinked at the empty spot beneath him. “What the—?”

So fast he barely saw it coming, she swept a foot under his ankle, and he hit the mattress face first. Before he could even be impressed at her skill in taking him down, she rolled him over and was straddling him. He groaned when she pressed against him. Shit.

Maybe she’d killed him when she climbed on top of him, because he was in heaven. And he never wanted to leave. She caught his hands with her unbroken one, locking them down on the mattress. He could have fought back. Could have won. But he was curious where she was going with this, so he stayed completely still.

She shot him a stern look from under her impossibly long lashes. “Hands above your head, sir. I’m going to search you for any weapons now.”

“Seriously? You’re kidding, ri—Jesus.” He choked on a laugh, which turned into a groan when she “frisked” him. Her hand closed over his cock, and she squeezed the head through his khakis. She found a weapon, all right, and it was locked and loaded. “Daisy.”

“Permission to speak not granted.” She ran her fingers over him, squeezing again. He groaned, reaching for her hip, but she slapped his hand away. “Don’t move. I didn’t give you leave to move.”

He laid his arm over his head again, right where she’d had it. But the second he decided her fun was over? She’d be his. He liked being in control. Liked being the one calling the shots. But for this brief time…her on top of him, bossing him around, was hot as hell.

So he stayed right where she wanted him.

“Like that, ma’am?” he asked, his voice gravelly.

She gave a curt nod. “Perfect. Now, back to my inspection…”

Letting go of his cock, she tugged his tie over his head, tossing it over her shoulder. Her fingers moved over his buttons, undoing each one with a torturous brush of her soft fingertips. By the time she reached the last one, he was a trembling monster waiting to be unleashed, or he would be forced to unleash himself. Either way, things would end the same.

With him buried deep inside her.

She lowered her mouth to his, kissing him sweetly as her fingers toyed with his nipple. He hissed into her mouth when she twisted a little too hard, pressing down on his cock at the same time. His patience with this game was coming to an end, so it was a good thing that she undid his pants next, smirking down at him as she slid down his body.

Once those were gone, the boxers followed, and she was leaning over him to open the drawer beside her bed. She pulled out a condom, then was back, straddling him.

Her pajama pants were off, so all she wore was a sheer bra and matching panties. She trailed a finger down her own stomach, teasing the satin over the small patch of red curls he could make out through the sheer fabric over her panties. “You’ve been a bad boy, Mr. Matthews.”

He gritted his teeth, his pulse pounding in his head. “Daisy.”