The Roommate Equation

He shoves my wet panties to the side, moving between my spread thighs. He rubs himself against my clit, and I rock my hips, greedy and desperate for him. Dylan inches inside me, and the sexiest sound escapes his lips. His sweaty forehead touches mine, and then he dips his head down to kiss my lips. It’s a soft kiss that’s all lips and little tongue.

Waves crash in the distance, stifling the sound of our heaving breathing. Dylan has a look of determination on his face as he rocks into me. Digging my fingernails into his back, I moan his name, and his groans match mine.

Dylan looks so sexy and uninhibited at this moment. And this beautiful man is going to be my husband. I feel like the luckiest woman on earth, with his ring on my finger and his cock pulsing inside me. My orgasm builds, one after the other, shaking through me with the ferocity of a hurricane.

Dylan’s arms tremble first, and then his legs. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, his tongue tangling with mine as he comes inside me. We kiss for what feels like hours before Dylan rolls off me. Out of breath, we glance up at the stars in the dark sky. He slips his fingers between mine, and heat shoots through my fingertips as he holds my hand on the sand.

We stay this way for a while before Dylan carries me to the house. I guess he wants to practice for our wedding night. Once inside his bedroom, he sets me on the floor and brushes the sand out of my hair.

He extends his hand to me. “Get in the shower with me.”

I follow his lead. We have sex again in the shower, and then he cleans every inch of my body. We emerge from the shower, our skin scented from his soap, wrapped in warm towels that smell like Dylan. I’m exhausted and so ready for bed… until my brother’s voice cuts through the silence in the room.

“Did Sloan invite a woman over?”

Dylan shakes his head.

Sloan’s loud voice booms through the house.

“We should check on him.”

Dylan hands me a pair of his boxers and a Legend of Zelda t-shirt. With my curves, I fit into my man’s clothes.

We rush into the living room, where we find Sloan tugging at the ends of his hair, his cell phone raised to his ear.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about, woman. Who the hell do you think you are?”

I nudge Dylan in the side. “Who’s on the phone?”

“Sounds like the owner of Cupid’s Angels. He’s been fighting with her all week.”

“The dating service in LA?”

He nods. “Yeah. She’s been ripping us apart in the LA Times and pretty much any paper that will listen to her story.”

I read the article in the Los Angeles Times. This woman blames Date Crashers for why people in the city are having trouble finding love.

“Sloan likes her,” Dylan admits.

“Doesn’t sound like it to me.”

“The last time a woman got your brother this mad, he took her to Paris for the weekend.”

“I hated Clarissa.”

“Me too. She was using him for his money. Sloan was too obsessed with her to see it.”

Dylan slides his arm behind my back. “I have one more question I wanted to ask you.” I peek up at him, and he continues, “We need to hire a new President of Crasher Relations.”

“Doesn’t Sloan have that covered?”

“He’s the CEO.”

“But he loves teaching the Crashers.”

“Sloan needs to focus on CEO duties, not breaking up dates.”

Most of the people who crash dates for their company are actors looking for work between jobs.

“And you want me to be the new President of Crasher Relations?” I bite the inside of my cheek, thinking over his offer. “I don’t know. Do you think it’s a good idea for us to work together?”

“It won’t affect our relationship.” He cups my shoulder, holding my gaze. “I promise. If you ever feel like it’s not working or getting in the way of us, you can quit. The job comes with a substantial pay raise.”

“Vinnie will be upset if I quit.”

“He’ll get over it.”

“After he let Nico Chase go, things haven’t been the same around the office.”

“At least Willow got a new client out of it.”

I smile at the thought. “Her career is taking off now. She’s performing small miracles for Nico.” I lean my head against Dylan’s chest, and he hugs me. “I guess everything is falling into place.”

“It’s time to move on from Vinnie,” he urges. “Come work with us. Date Crashers is a family business. We need you.”

“What about my writing?”

“You can still work on your screenplays.”

I hold up my fist, and Dylan bumps his against mine. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Mr. Banks.”

“You won’t regret this, Mrs. Banks.”

Epilogue

Dylan

One year later…

Ash runs through the house, her bare feet sandy and her hair wild. She’s wearing a cranberry-colored bikini that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Her tits are practically bouncing out of the top as she enters the kitchen.