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“I’ve gone without sleep before, Roman.” She leaned in and pressed her mouth to the corner of his mouth. “I’d rather go home with you.”

9

Julianna

They barely madeit through the doors before he turned to her and yanked the straps of her dress back down, baring her breasts to him once more.

Julianna head her breath catch, and her pulse began to pound fiercely as he boosted her up and closed his mouth around one aching tip.

“Right here,” he said, his voice raw. “Right here.”

She didn’t argue.

He fumbled with her panties while she fought with his bowtie, yanking it off in the end and practically tearing at his buttons, desperate to feel skin.

She was desperate for him, desperate for this.

She felt the head of his cock passing over her, thick and smooth and then he filled her—

“Fuck!” He pulled out and lowered her back to the ground. “I need a fucking rubber.”

Blearily, she looked up at him as he backed away, then turned on his heel.

He ran from the room, something that might have been comical, but want was an empty, aching hole in her middle. Spreading her fingers wider against the door at her back, she closed her eyes and drew in a deep, steadying breath.

He was back before she’d let her second breath out and she kicked off her shoes as he shrugged out of his suit jacket and shirt, standing bare-chested in front of her. “You’re insanely beautiful,” she said, voice shaking.

“I was thinking the same thing.” He dealt with the rubber then came back to her, boosting her up. The skirt fell to mid-thigh, bunching around them as he stepped between her legs. “Wrap your legs around me, Julianna.”

She did and whimpered as it brought the head of his cock in contact with her aching cunt. “Please, Roman.”

“Shhh…” He reached between them and grasped his length, holding steady as he thrust hard, spearing deep into her.

She squirmed as he impaled her and it wasn’t until she’d taken all of him that she felt some measure of relief at the aching inside her. Then he withdrew. “Don’t…” she pleaded, barely able to stand the thought of being without him. Then he thrust deep again and she moaned, the sensation exquisite, beyond all definition.

“More.” She curled her arms around his neck, shoving her hands into his hair, looking up at him, greedy for everything about him, greedy for all of him.

He swelled inside her and she shuddered as the sensation teased tissues already made sensitive by his invasion. “I’ll give you more,” he promised, gripping her ass and tucking her in against him, altering the angle so that every stroke had him rubbing against her clit.

She cried out at the next thrust, started to tremble at the third.

“Don’t come yet,” he ordered, catching her face and craning her chin up until he could take her mouth. “Don’t let it happen yet.”

“I can’t stop it.”

He slowed his thrusts. “Yes, you can…”

He was barely moving in her now and she cried out, need ready to turn her into an animal, ready to make her beg and plead.

And still all he did was rock against her, making that fire swell higher, burn brighter.

He pushed her so high, she was stretched out on a precipice of pleasure and pain, the urge to come acute.

Then he bit her lower lip. “Come.”

She exploded around him.

It hit hard and fast, robbing her of breath, sight and reason.




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