Fell In Love With My Roomy Chapter 97

"Juls?" Kent's voice resonates through the apartment. "Juls?!" Five seconds later, he's in my doorway, his chest heaving, backpack on, and shoes and coat still on. "Are you okay? What's wrong? I heard you scream." He farts, and I cover my mouth and smile.

"I got in," I say softly. "I'm in, I got a spot in the Northwestern program." I'm so thrilled that tears well up in my eyes.

"You got in?" He asks, a big smile on his face, and I nod excitedly. He rushes over and gives me a tight hug. My tears flow even faster. We've been apart for over a week, so it's a relief to see him. "Of course you did; I knew you would." He talks over my shoulder. "I'm really happy for you."

"Thanks," I whisper, and he squeezes me until I can hardly breathe. "What are you doing back when you said you'd be at the library late?" I step back, and he chuckles.

"Baby, good news comes in pairs," he grins. "The video Piper made is gone. The guy I worked with told me it was only on her phone. No more embarrassing videos of us, no more silly reasons keeping me from you. I came home to share some good news because I know the last few weeks have been tough, and I thought it might cheer you up."

"Is it all gone?" I ask, and he nods.

"I promise, honey, it's gone for good," he reassures me, and I can't help but smile. My heart races; maybe we can give this a shot now. We'll need to discuss how to move forward, but for now, let's celebrate. He puts me back on my feet and shuts my computer. "Why don't we take a break?" He suggests in a hushed tone.

My heart's about to burst because I know what he wants, and it's exactly what I want too. Although I thought about us a lot during our trip, we've been without any intimate activity for two weeks.

He's kept me updated on the Piper situation, and he's managed to keep her at bay. Whenever he couldn't see me in person, he'd text me an update after having his tech guy do something.

After weeks of separation and stress, this was bound to happen. Something ignited between us.

"What kind of break?" I whisper, and he smiles, gripping my hips. As he closes my bedroom door and pushes me against it, I laugh with excitement. "Geez, at least buy me dinner first," I tease, and he laughs before pressing his lips to mine.

I give in, humming as I wrap my arms around his neck. He takes off his backpack and tosses it onto my desk chair. I help him out of his coat, letting it slide down his shoulders. Then he lifts me and slides me up against the door.

He just smiles at me, causing me to cough and blink back tears. "What?" I ask quietly, and he shakes his head, sliding his thumbs under my shirt to touch my stomach.

"I can't believe we've finally come this far," he says, looking pensive. "I know it's going to be tough from here on out, but..." He takes a deep breath. "Baby, I've been dying in that room," he admits.

"Me too," I sigh, and his chest rises and falls. "This was the hardest thing you've ever had to do because you were so close yet so far. I wish I could have been there with you."

He returns his lips to mine and groans. The bulge in his jeans presses against my thigh. I never missed sex before, but it's different now. Before I met him, I never felt like I was missing out on anything. Now, I feel like a horny teenager, and when we're alone together, we can't resist each other.

"Hurry up, I'm not sure how long we'll have," I whisper, and he nods eagerly. He leads me to my bed and lays me down. Instantly, my stomach flutters, and he kisses me passionately.

"Give me a moment," he says softly as he steps out of my room. I blink and shake my head, and he smiles upon returning with a condom and closing the door behind him. "Safety first, you know," he says. "Toss it over," but I fumble it because I'm more interested in watching him take off his shirt. "So vain, Julianna," he teases as his shirt slides over his arms and past his face.

"I don't mind," I insist, shaking my head, and he chuckles.

He kicks off his shoes and returns to the bed, lying down beside me and pulling off my sweater. I'm only wearing a comfortable bra under my dress.

"Oh, this is terrible," I groan, and he shakes his head, giving me a sultry look. Why do I always look like I'm headed to the gym? If this happens more often, I'll have to invest in better bras.

"I don't mind at all," he grunts, and I reach down to help him remove his pants. I pull them down along with his boxers, and he grins as he simultaneously takes off both my leggings and underwear. I'm eager, and all I can think about is how good it was last time.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," I whisper as he puts on the condom and bite my lip. I'm too impatient, which isn't great for me.

Once he establishes a steady rhythm, he reaches out and pushes my bra up past my breasts. "You're incredible, honey," he grunts, and I wrap my legs around his waist.