This is an excerpt from "The Theory of Deviance" by Rebecca Grace Allen and published by Samhain Publishing. It is reprinted here with permission.

She hauled Mikey’s sweater over his head, giving in to the desire, pure adrenaline taking over. His body was thin but paneled with flat, strong muscle. A trail of dark hair made a path from his navel to his waistline. She wove their fingers together and leaned in to kiss him, dipping her tongue into his mouth. He yielded to her, moaning softly as his tongue touched hers. It was a sound Krissy echoed when Rafe’s hands skated around her waist and found the front of her shirt.

The Theory of Deviance by Rebecca Grace Allen

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One by one, he popped the buttons open, then slid it off her shoulders before unhooking her bra. He dragged the straps down her arms, and Krissy broke the kiss, too turned on to breathe. Rafe dropped her bra to the floor and moved in behind her. He ran his knuckles along the sides of her breasts, slow up-and-down caresses that made her skin rise with gooseflesh, made her nipples bead up and tighten. She shivered and fell back against him.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he asked Mikey.

“Incredibly,” he whispered.

Krissy could barely contain her shudder. Mikey ran a fingertip along the underside of one breast, then circled her nipple. With his head cocked to the side, he pinched, and Krissy’s responding gasp made him back off.

“No.” She shook her head. “Don’t stop.”

He did it again. Repeated the action with the other nipple. Every tweak made her jolt, but Rafe palmed her hips, holding her still. A determined crease formed between Mikey’s brows. He lowered his head and sucked one pert nub at a time, fondling the other when it was exposed to the air.

“Fuck,” Krissy said on a surprised and pleased laugh. Mikey might have been a virgin, but he sure seemed to know what he was doing right now.

She reached back for Rafe, a frantic move that said touch me, please, but her roommate had other ideas. Kneeling behind her, he untied her laces, then urged her out of her shoes one at a time. He tugged down her leggings, helping her step out of them as Mikey continued to tease and torment her breasts. Once both her feet were on the ground again, Rafe trailed his touch up one of her legs until his fingers rode along her damp panties. He cupped her pussy, rocking her with steady pressure from the heel of his palm.

“Oh God.” Krissy’s knees nearly gave out. She clutched Mikey’s arms in an attempt to stay upright. “Bed. Please. I can’t…”

Her sentence died on a grunt when Rafe gave her another firm press. He chuckled at her reaction, then stood and climbed onto the bed.

Still keeping her grip on Mikey, she looked up at him. Despite the erection pressing at his slacks, she was still waiting for him to have second thoughts and book it out of here. But all he did was walk her backward toward the bed, surprising the hell out of her when he unzipped his pants, yanked them down, and kicked them off.

Fuck. Yes.

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