The door clicked, and Tatum walked in, backpack slung over one shoulder, dark hair falling into his eyes. His tight tee hugged his lean frame, jeans low, moving with that cocky swagger that drove Lloyd insane.
He leaned in, breath hot against Tatum’s ear, and they collided—hands tearing at clothes, mouths hungry but not kissing yet. Tatum yanked Lloyd’s shirt off, revealing rippling muscle, while Lloyd tugged Tatum’s tee over his head.
Tatum leaned against the fridge, matching the smirk, green eyes glinting. “More than okay, man. You?” His briefs hugged his curves, and Lloyd’s gaze lingered on his ass, a fleeting thought—just horny—crossing his mind.
In Roommate Rules, broke student Tatum and divorced photographer Lloyd become roommates. They set a “hookups” rule. Tension flares as Tatum, drawn to Lloyd, gives him an oral encounter in the kitchen.