Snow Balled – Roommates Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
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“I know,” Drew said immediately. “But she’s more willing to try new things than you think.”

“That’s for her to decide,” I said firmly. “We let her set the pace.”

“Of course.” Drew nodded, almost to himself. “But sometimes, it’s almost like she doesn’t know what she wants until she tries it.”

All right, he had a point there. She’d been dead set against kissing, but once I’d shown her what it could be like, she came around pretty quickly. But I didn’t share that with Drew. “She sets the pace,” I reiterated.

“Yes, boss.”

I nodded. Boss seemed better than Dad. Besides, I was only a few years older than him. But Drew seemed like the type who would be boyish until he was fifty.

Carter’s voice called from downstairs, but I couldn’t hear what he said. Drew sprang to his feet while I opened the door, “What?”

“I said, the eagle has landed.” There was a note in his voice I couldn’t identify, but he sounded different. Time to find out why.

“Does that mean we can go downstairs?” Drew asked.

“Yep.”

“Awesome.” He darted in front of me and stepped onto the landing. I turned off the lights and followed him.

Carter stood at the entrance to the kitchen, a towel over his shoulder. He had on black jeans and a white t-shirt, but I knew he had a silver button-down for once dinner was ready.

He met my eyes with an unreadable expression as we descended the stairs.

Drew stopped dead on the bottom step. I cursed as I grabbed onto the banister to keep from crashing into him. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I propelled him forward until we were both on level ground. Then I stopped dead, too.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

Sierra was standing by the worktable, her hand resting lightly on one of the stools. Lovely wasn’t the right word. Nor was beautiful.

She was fucking stunning.

I’d never seen a more gorgeous woman, on screen or off, and I couldn’t stop staring at her.

I wasn’t the only one, either.

Jesus.

Her dress was made of some kind of soft, slinky, metallic material, and it fit her like it had been made for her—which possibly, it had. It was held up by two straps at her shoulders, but the deep neckline hung loosely, giving an amazing view of the rounded tops of her breasts. The fabric hugged her narrow waist and widened at her hips, hanging straight down with an extremely generous slit showcasing a long and shapely leg.

I wasn’t an expert by any means, but I thought the color of the dress might be referred to as nude, because it seemed to match her toned skin. But the material had hints of gold, too, which was appropriate because her hair looked like spun gold. It was parted and flowed over her shoulders.

She was a fucking goddess.

If ever I’m put on a spaceship to Mars and told I can only have one last look at Earth before I leave, she had better be within view, wearing this exact dress. Or hell, I’ll just convince her to come with me.

Jewelry hung from her ears and her neck, and her eyes were a nearly impossible shade of green surrounded by thick lashes and expertly done makeup.

There was no way anyone could look that good—especially anyone trapped in a cabin in the woods.

“Move,” I hissed at Drew, who was still rooted to the floor. He stepped to the side, never taking his eyes off the vision in front of us.

I strode to her, and her rosy lips curved into a smile. I detected a hint of nerves behind her expression, but she hid it well. Then again, it was her job to be able to do that kind of thing. A lovely scent filled my nose as I neared, and I couldn’t even begin to figure out what it was. All I knew is that it was floral, feminine, and perfect. Then, I did something I’d never done in my entire life. I picked up her hand and kissed the back of it while she beamed at me.

“Can I get you something to drink?” I already knew that whatever vintage wine Carter had come up with wasn’t good enough for her. Nothing was.

But still, I’d do everything in my power to make sure she had an amazing evening.

Everything.

22

SIERRA

On a movie set, actors are the center of attention. I was used to having the director, the camera operators, and a dozen more people focused on me. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the way Carter, Tristan, and Drew were looking at me right now.

Tristan was nearest. He’d just offered me a drink, and I’d nodded, but he hadn’t moved to get it. None of them had.

Finally, he spoke again. “You packed that to go out with your friend and her boyfriends?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Because that’s not a Denver dress. That’s a dress for going to the Oscars.”


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