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He cradled my back with his other hand and jerked forward again. And again. Giving it hard and soft at the same time.
“Fuck—Yes….”
I was close to the edge—ready to fall. To let go.
His face fell to the crook of my neck, his dark, throaty grunts causing tremors on my skin. I was panting now, bouncing on his thighs, fucking myself harder onto the length buried inside me. Growing more and more frantic for a release.
He was close, too. I could tell with the way his fingernails dug into my ass and how he stiffened under me, drawing shaky breaths in puffs. He was vulnerable, letting me take as much as he was giving. Knowing I had that access to this man, the same man I’d presumed to be made of stone, sent me crashing like the tidal waves against the seashore.
The dams broke.
My toes curled, my head lolled back, and I saw the starry lights on his bedroom ceiling.
When we came, it was a violent convulsion that left us breathless. My chest heaved, and our eyes fell shut.
He held me tight, burying his face in my chest.
I ran my fingers through his damp hair and kissed his forehead. And together, we stayed in a silence that spoke more words than we ever could.
Chapter Seventeen – Roman
I think you have the most kissable lips on planet Earth.
The chair swiveled, and I groaned.
You’re my boss. My boss…all mine. The man on Old McDonald’s farm, with the most beautiful eyes, most beautiful structure…. The most satisfying dick. The only man I know who fucks right.
I slammed my fist on the desk, bringing the thoughts to an abrupt halt. One week later, and I still couldn’t get her out of my fucking mind. The images and sounds were as vivid as they’d been that night: the taste of wine and dirty words on her lips, her slick, wet cunt gliding on my fingers, her warmth, and my name rolling off her tongue as I fucked her into oblivion.
Damn it.
She’d left impressions too big to erase. And it started with that red fucking dress. I couldn’t get it out of my head.
Her confidence left me wanting more. When I tried to focus, my mind kept wandering back to her, consumed by the need to have her again.
My phone buzzed on the desk, and I picked it up. A text from Eduard flashed on the screen.
Join me at the club on Friday night?
I scoffed, typing out a quick response.
No, I’m good. Would be busy.
His reply was quicker.
Couldn’t possibly imagine why.
Knowing my brother, he had a wry smile behind that text.
My lips curved to the side.
*Middle finger*
I sent it and dropped the phone.
I didn’t need distraction, didn't need the temptation. She was the only thing on my mind. I couldn’t help myself.
If this was what people called an obsession, then I was guilty. I needed to see her, to touch her, to taste her again. I felt like a junkie, craving my next fix, and she was the only one who could satisfy me.