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And that hadn’t been fair to Julianna.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. Laying a hand on her cheek, he met her eyes and said, “You’re right. I’ve been an ass and I’m sorry.”

Her eyes softened the slightest.

“Now…” he said, a pleading note in his tone. “Will you tell me again?”

“You’re awful demanding today,” she huffed out. “Fine. I said I love you. Is that what you wanted—”

The rest of her words were spoken against his mouth as he crushed his lips to hers.

She caught a breath, drawing him in and he thought he could maybe drown in her. If so, he wouldn’t mind at all. Pushing her jacket open, he skimmed a hand down her side and pulled her flush against him. “I’m sorry,” he said again, fisting his free hand in her hair and tugging her head back. The curve of her neck elongated and he pressed his lips to the exposed arch, following the line of it down until it disappeared inside the seam of her top.

Too many clothes, all of them in the way. He nudged the coat down until it fell off her shoulders to land in a puddle by her feet. When he boosted her up, Julianna curled her arms around his neck, humming in satisfaction as his cock prodded her belly.

“I need you,” he said against her neck. “Now.Rightnow.”

Julianna whimpered as he shoved a hand under her sweater, closing it over her breast. He toyed and tugged at her nipple until she thrust herself against his hand in silent demand.

Her skirt was in the way and he put her back down to deal with it, reaching for the side zipper, shoving the material to the floor the moment he had it loose.

Now she stood before him in thigh highs, her sweater and panties. “This has to go, darling,” he said, grabbing the hem of her sweater.

But she shook her head, pushing at the lapels of his coat. “I’m half naked and you’re standing there still in your coat and suit. Fair’s fair.”

He let her push the coat off his shoulders and neither of them did anything as the expensive material fell to the floor. Julianna, always pin neat, stripped his suit coat away and dropped it on the floor next to the rest of the clothes before reaching for his tie and jerking at the loosened Windsor knot he’d been tugging at half the evening.

He damn near ripped off half the buttons of his shirt in his haste to get rid of it and announced, “Good enough,” before hauling her back up against him. With the same recklessness, he peeled her sweater away. Now just his trousers, her panties and bra separated them. Oh, and the thigh highs.

He went to his knees in front of her, stroking his hands down her legs, all the way to her ankles then up, smiling at the feel of the silky material rasping against his palms.

“I love the lingerie, Jules,” he said, tipping his head back to stare up at her.

“We were supposed to get dinner tonight,” she told him, her voice catching in her throat.

His mouth twitched as he thought about all the messages she’d left on his phone and he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her hipbone. “Another apology,” he murmured.

She shivered as he skimmed his mouth over the waistband of her panties. Hooking his fingers in the straps that ran over her hips, he dragged them down, baring her to his hungry gaze.

The neat strip of curls that covered her sex caught his eyes and he leaned in to nuzzle her.

“I’m going to eat you up,” he told her.

She shivered and cried out as he made good on his promise, licking her from bottom to top to open her, revealing her slit, already wet and waiting for him. The pink flesh taunted him and he flicked at her clit with his tongue.

Julianna gasped out his name and shoved her hands into his hair, tugging him closer.

He didn’t need the prodding, but enjoyed it all the same, pressing closer and seeking out more of her salty-sweet taste.

Tasting her on his tongue, he cupped her ass and tilted her upward more fully.

As she began to rock against him, Roman’s cock pulsed and twitched, twisted into a pained, uncomfortable position inside his briefs. He ignored the discomfort, determined to bring her to orgasm.

Her hands tightened in his hair, her breath hitching, coming in fast pants now.

“Please,” she moaned, thrusting harder against him.

He slanted up, shifting his position so he could suck her clit into his mouth. At the same time, he thrust two fingers into her pussy and twisted them.




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