Hatred With Benefits

EVA.    "You look stressed. " Aliya remarks as she walks through the door and I nod, looking behind her. "Did she leave?"   She nods and throws herself beside me. "She said to call her later. "   "But you won't do that, will you?" I lift my brows at her and she smirks, saying, "No chance. "   I laugh and shake my head.    "Why aren't you on the bed?" She asks and I narrow my eyes. "The bed you just had that girl doing God knows what? Nah, I'll pass. "   "We didn't do much. Do you want the details?" She cocks her brows and I frown. "What? No! Fuck off, Aliya. "   She chuckles and moves to the bed. A sigh leaves her parted lips as she lays back and throws her head to the side. "I'm afraid she ruined me for everyone else, Evie. Janet was so damn good, but God help me– I couldn't stop picturing that girl while she had her tongue on

EVA.    I freeze in my stand and my eyes are wide as I watch Emerson's lip move against mine.    This isn't something I expected, but there is a small fraction that anticipated this: The anger that was burning between us to be fueled into something else. Something unexplainable. Something delirious. I had set the trap, but I didn't think Emerson would take the bait.    Emerson forces my mouth open and slides his tongue through my parted lips, pushing me hard against the elevator wall as his mouth ravages mine and his hand moves to the back of my head, pulling at my ponytail and tilting my head to the back; giving him more opening to plunder my mouth.    Disbelief dances through my veins as Emerson Ford kisses me rough and hard in a way that reflects how it's always been between us.    The warmth in my lower belly explodes into an unbearable sensation that

EVA. Hot liquid burns through me. A hot, unquenchable thirst that can surprisingly and unfortunately be quenched at this moment by him only. My hands find themselves in his jacket when Emerson pulls my lower lip in his mouth, and tug on it hard; enough to draw a string of pain and pleasure through me. My want explodes into a need, and a sound between a moan and a gasp slips through my parted lips as Emerson's hand move from my hair to my waist, pressing me hard against his chest. He pulls away for a split second, his breathing hard and loud, and mine is the same. Our eyes don't leave each other and our hands stay fitted to their spots before Emerson pushes me in again; his mouth fast, rough and aggressive against mine. He begins to move, pulling me with me, stopping on occasions to check his direction then finding his mouth on mine again. Lust has taken over my brain, and my entire body. Every. Fucking. Inch. Has been consu

EVA. A tall shirtless frame. A chest that's decorated with abs and muscles, mouthwatering and glowing before me. A chest that leads to a face on which a tiny smirks rests. Dark short hair complimented with brown eyes which stares back at me with amusement shining through the orbs. Out of everywhere I thought he could be, I never thought it would be here. No fucking way. There's no fucking way this is possible. The woman told me my roommate was a girl, just about my age so how the fuck did that get switched with him?"You look shocked to see me, Carson, " Emerson speaks, breaking the silence between us and I scowl at him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"He raises a mocking brow. "You're dumb, Carson? What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" My gaze drops to the mug in his hand and I shake my head. "That's not what I fucking mean. What the hell are you doing here?" It's a stupid question. The man is chest naked in

EMERSON.  I watch the swell of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples, drawing towards me and requesting to make a tug.  I lower my gaze to her face and she has a look of both uncertainty and resentment.  "What are you waiting for?" I take another step closer till her breasts scrape the skin of my naked chest and my cock grazes slightly against her thighs.  I know the exact moment she thought of that night when her eyes drops to my cock again: her pupils dilate, a crease forms over her forehead and her lips part with no word slipping through.  She swallows down, and I drift my gaze to the slight bob in her throat. I want to poke at it before wrapping my hand around it to take her breath from her, have her begging— pleading— to let go. There's an obsession with Carson's pleads I can't seem to get myself. It's that strong urge to hear those