The Virgin Roommate (Virgin Marriage 3)

“The fuck?” I hear from behind me.

Marco shows up out of nowhere and his hand wraps around the professor’s wrist. I knew he was waiting outside for me, but I guess he decided to come in. Marco’s not a patient man. He thought he was when we first started dating, but I have to remind him we really haven’t been dating that long. He only grunts when I give him the facts as if they aren’t real. Lately he’s been mostly impatient with us getting married, as if we could run down to city hall and my family wouldn’t lose their minds. It isn’t helping that I’m dragging my feet about planning it and picking a date. I keep hoping Jason is going to come around.

Professor Wilson pales as Marco leans close to him. “You touch your students often?” I’m not sure it’s really a question but more of an accusation. Marco throws Wilson’s hand so hard he actually stumbles back and Marco takes a step towards him. I jump between them and put my hands on Marco’s chest.

“I’m ready to go,” I tell him softly.

I grew up in a house full of boys, I know when not to poke. Now is not a time to stir anything even if Wilson had it coming. If this is something he does to his female students, then someone needs to put a stop to it.

“I’m not.” Marco’s eyes are shooting a death glare over my shoulder.

“I’m really sorry, Miss Fisher.” Professor Wilson goes back to using my last name, trying to calm Marco.

“That’s not helping,” I snip over my shoulder to the professor.

“Miss Fisher.” Marco repeats what he’s called me and I roll my eyes. He will not be happy until I’m a Mrs. with a giant baby belly to match.

“We’re leaving.” I use my own stern voice and dig my fingers into Marco’s suit. I pull him with me and he goes, but not before he lets the professor know this isn’t over. He’s right. It isn’t over, but it doesn’t have to be handled with two men rolling around in the middle of my classroom.

I get him out into the hallway but we only make it a few feet down the hallway before he’s pulling me into a room. When the door closes behind us he’s all over me.

“I knew this dress was going to be a fucking problem,” he says.

Before I can call him out about it he’s kissing me again. He enjoyed the dress before he took me to class and he seems to be enjoying it now as his hand slips easily into my panties.

I moan at the grip of his hands because I love the rough side to Marco. It’s why I can’t get mad about how he acted moments ago or the fact that he’s going to make me cum with people a few feet away moving up and down the hallway. I have a feeling he scouted this room before he went into my classroom to find me. The man is always two steps ahead.

“Wet for me already,” he says as he pulls his mouth from mine and I nod.

I’m still wet from the cum he left inside me this morning. His fingers strum my clit and I press my chest into him, wishing we were back home and in bed. I hate when there are so many clothes between us.

I try to move my hips as I let out a small moan. His free hand comes up and covers my mouth.

“You’re going to be quiet for me.” I shake my head no because I’m never quiet. I’ve tried but it doesn’t work.

He fights a smirk. “You can cum when you give me a wedding date.” His fingers stop moving and he drops his hand away from my mouth.

My lips part and my mind goes blank. “I can’t,” I cry, needing to cum.

“You don’t want to marry me?” His tone is light but my body is screaming.

“You know I do.” I try and wiggle, needing the friction as I dig my fingers into his suit. “Can we talk about this later?”

Chapter Eight

Marco

“We’re going to talk about this now,” I say as I watch her writhe and beg for release. “Every other time I bring it up you distract me with sex and the only thing I can think about is giving you pleasure.”

“Is that so bad?” She looks up at me through her lashes and I ache to give her what she wants.

“You’re making me wait and I don’t like it.” I lean down and softly brush my lips against hers. “Let’s see how you deal with it.”

I take a step back and immediately hate the loss of her warmth. But I hate even more that she’s avoiding becoming mine.

“It’s not that easy,” she says as she fixes her dress.