Emma Tremblay only went back to her ex’s apartment to pick up the last of her things.
She never expected his roommate, Liam MacLeod, to be the one who opened the door.

Liam had always been the quiet one. The serious one. The man her ex had warned her was “off-limits.” That warning meant nothing the moment the door closed behind her.

Within minutes Emma was against the wall, her dress shoved up, and Liam’s mouth between her thighs. He ate her out like he had been waiting months for the chance, licking and sucking until she was shaking and dripping down his chin. Then he stood, spun her around, and f****d her hard from behind. His thick c**k stretched her open while he gripped her hips and drove into her again and again.

He took her on the couch her ex used to sit on.
He bent her over the kitchen counter and filled her deep.
He made her ride him on the bed that still smelled like her old relationship, forcing her to take every rough thrust while he sucked her nipples and rubbed her c**t until she came hard around him.

By the time it was over, Emma could barely walk. Her body was marked, her lips were swollen, and she was still full of the man who was never supposed to touch her.

Sleeping with her ex’s roommate was supposed to be a one-time mistake.

It became the best mistake she ever made.