Roommates

Allie's living with Sean, on the recommendation of her two very overprotective older brothers. They trusted their old friend to keep her safe--and away from men. Including himself. After years of having no love life of her own while being forced to listen to the never-ending stream of women who frequent her roommate's bed, she's had enough. She's going to take matters into her own hands and finds the perfect sexy outfit to do it.

But when Sean catches her in it, he's going to show her that she might not be so safe with him after all...

Excerpt:
It had been a hell of a day. I began stripping off my clothing as soon as the door to my apartment closed behind him, eager to get rid of all traces of my workday from my body, kicking my heels across the room as far as they could go.

The last thing I needed at the moment was the sounds of screaming ecstasy that were coming from my roommate's bedroom.

Sadly, it was not unexpected, either. Sean had an active enough sex life for the both of us.

Not that I would ever tell him that. He was the best friend of my two older brothers. They trusted him not to touch their baby sister—to him I was definitely off-limits—but the ironic thing was, that despite the constant parade of women who came in and out of Sean's bed, he was just as overprotective of me as my brothers were. I've lost count of the number of dates of mine that he's deliberately run off and intimidated over the two years that I've been living with him.

The only sex that I'd managed to have was with a guy that I hadn't brought home. We'd had to fuck in the backseat of his car.

I was twenty-four and still reduced to sneaking around like a damned teenager in order to get laid. I've been saving up money to have a security deposit to get my own place soon, but that was still a few months away.

In the meantime, I'm horny as hell right now and having to listen to my roommate fucking a revolving line of women who sound like they're trying out to be a porn star. I don't know what it is about the screaming. The constant cries of, “Ooh, fuck me now, Sean. Please!”

And the banging of his headboard against the wall shared between his bedroom and mine.

I stripped off the rest of my clothes. Collapsed into my narrow bed and buried my head under the pillows. It didn't make things quiet. Nothing did.

The banging of his headboard was particularly hard tonight. Like he was trying to fuck her straight through the wall and into my bedroom.

The jerk.