Chapter 1 My Sexy Roommate- One

• My Sexy Roommate
• Chapter 01
• The apartment smelled faintly of takeout and paint thinner. Maya shoved a stack of canvases against the wall, muttering under her breath as the buzzer echoed again. “Coming!”
• When she yanked the door open, she found him—tall, broad-shouldered, rain dripping from his dark hair, duffel bag slung over one veiny arm. He looked like he’d stepped out of an athlete’s magazine cover and straight into her messy hallway.
• “You’re late,” she blurted before remembering she hadn’t technically hired him yet.
• He raised a brow, unamused. “You’re the one renting out the room?”
• “Maya,” she said quickly, forcing a smile. “Come in. Ignore the chaos. I’m… an artist. That’s the excuse.”
• He stepped in, scanning the cluttered living room. His jaw tightened, like he was calculating just how fast he could escape.
• “Ethan,” he said finally. Just that. His voice was low, clipped, no unnecessary words.
• Maya chewed her lip, suddenly aware she was still in an oversized shirt that barely covered her thighs. “So… you’re the trainer, right?”
• “Personal trainer,” he corrected, setting his bag down. “I wake up early. I don’t party. I need quiet.” His eyes flicked over her—bare legs, messy bun, paint-stained fingers—and his mouth curved into the faintest smirk. “Not sure you do quiet.”
• She bristled. “I can be quiet.” Then, after a pause, “Sometimes.”
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• They sat at the small kitchen table later, takeout containers spread between them. Maya tapped her chopsticks against her carton. “Okay. If we’re doing this roommate thing, we need ground rules.”
• Ethan leaned back in his chair, arms folded, watching her with the kind of focus that made her squirm.
• “Rule one,” she said, holding up a finger. “Respect each other’s space.”
• “Fine.”
• “Rule two: no stealing food, unless you ask.”
• He gave her a dry look. “Really?”
• “Hey, boundaries matter,” she said with mock seriousness. Then she hesitated, before smirking. “Rule three: absolutely no sex.”
• His eyes darkened, and the air between them seemed to shift.
• “No sex?” he repeated slowly, as though testing the weight of it.
• Maya lifted her chin. “Yeah. You’re hot. I’m hot. But mixing that with rent payments? Disaster waiting to happen.”
• His gaze dragged over her bare legs under the table, lingering just long enough to make her pulse trip. Then he leaned forward, voice low.
• “Fine. No sex.”
• But he said it like a challenge.
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• That night, Maya lay in bed, tossing and turning. She could hear him through the thin wall—his deep, steady breaths, the faint creak of his mattress. Then… something else.
• A low, guttural sound. A groan.
• Her whole body went still.
• The sound came again, rougher this time, followed by a rhythm she couldn’t mistake. Heat shot through her, traitorous and sharp. She pressed a hand to her mouth, cheeks burning, thighs squeezing together.
• She shouldn’t be listening. God, she shouldn’t—
• But when Ethan’s voice broke through in a strangled, husky growl—“Fuck”—her body clenched hard enough to make her gasp.
• She bit her lip, fighting the urge to touch herself. The rule was already echoing in her head. No sex.
• Her feet hit the floor before she could overthink it. Three steps across her room, hand on the doorknob…
• She knocked.
• A thump from inside his room, then a pause. “Maya?”
• She opened the door.
• And there he was—on the bed, propped on one arm, chest bare and glistening, sweat making a glory trail from his collarbone to the waistband of his low-slung briefs. His gaze raked over her, eyes darkening when they landed on her cotton shorts and tank top.
• “Is this breaking a rule?” he asked, voice rough, the room thick with the scent of his arousal.
• Maya stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “Maybe.”
• He watched her, a silent question in his eyes. She didn’t look away as she moved closer, feeling the air between them crackle with tension.
• “Just once,” she whispered, climbing onto the bed.
• His hands gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him. She could feel him, hard and hot, and the friction made her whimper.
• “Once,” he agreed, voice tight. Then his mouth was on hers, demanding, hungry.
• She gave in to the heat, the forbidden touch, her body moving against his. The sound of their breathing, the rustle of sheets, the soft gasps neither of them could hold back.
• When she reached between them, his breath hitched. “Fuck, Maya—”
• “Shh,” she murmured against his lips, stroking him through the cotton. “We have to be quiet.”
• His laugh was a low rumble, then he rolled her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head. “Quiet, huh? Let’s see.”
• His mouth found her neck, teeth grazing her pulse point, and she arched into him, her entire body screaming for release.
• “Please,” she whispered, hips canting off the bed. “Ethan—”
• He lifted his head, meeting her gaze with heavy-lidded eyes. “You want this?”
• She nodded, breathless. “god, yes.”
• His mouth curved into a smirk before he reached down, tugging her shorts down. The cool air hit her overheated skin, and she gasped.
• “Ethan—” she started, but his mouth covered hers, swallowing the rest. His hand moved between her thighs, parting her slick folds with unerring precision.
• “fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned, circling her clit.
• Maya bit her lip, trying to stay silent as he worked her higher, his touch both torturous and exquisite. When he slid one finger inside her, then two, she couldn’t help the moan that slipped out.
• “Fuck, you’re tight,” he murmured, thumb pressing against her clit. “Think you can take more?”
• She nodded, eyes wide as she felt him shift, the blunt head of his cock replacing his fingers. He pushed in slowly, watching her face.
• “Relax,” he breathed, pausing halfway. “You feel… incredible.”
• Maya panted, adjusting to his size, her body stretched to its limit. “More.”
• His control snapped. With a low curse, he thrust all the way in, burying himself to the hilt. She gasped at the stretch, the fullness, her body arching under his.
• “Okay?” he asked roughly.
• She nodded, wrapping her legs around his hips. “Move.”
• He did—pulling out before driving back in, setting a rhythm that stole her breath. Each thrust hit deep, sparking pleasure through every nerve.
• “Ethan…” she managed, nails digging into his shoulders.
• His mouth crashed down on hers, swallowing her sounds as he pounded into her. She could feel the pressure building, coiling tighter with each relentless thrust.
• “Come for me, Maya,” he growled against her ear, teeth nipping her lobe. “Let me feel it.”
• His words pushed her over the edge. She came with a shudder, clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed through her. Above her, Ethan’s pace stuttered, a low groan escaping his lips before he followed her over, spilling inside her with a final, deep thrust.
• For a long moment, the only sound was their heavy breathing. Then Ethan rolled off, pulling her against his chest.
• “That was a bad idea,” he murmured into her hair.
• Maya traced a pattern on his chest, her heartbeat slowing. “The best kind.”
• She was drifting off when he spoke again, his voice a rumble she felt against her cheek.
• “We’re not doing this again.”
• Maya smiled in the darkness. “Of course not.”
• But even as he said it, his hand slid down to cup her ass, and she couldn’t help but wonder—when would they break the rule again?