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She nods, biting her lower lip, bringing my cock to life. “Yeah,” she whispers.
“I’m going to get you off, Greer.” Yes, I’m definitely going to hell for this.
“What do you mean?” she asks, but I don’t give her an answer.
Instead, I show her by bringing my hand to her leg and trailing my fingers closer to the edge of her dress.
“Roman,” she breathes out, but she doesn’t stop me.
I position myself to where I’m leaning over her, my arm between her legs.
There’s no mistaking this woman is mine.
Mine.
Mine.
That thought turns me on more than I’ve ever been and my anxiety slips away. I press my fingers along the inside of her thigh, pushing a little until she spreads her legs more for me.
Her breathing has picked up as I pepper a kiss over the spot on the back of her neck, and I can’t believe I’m about to risk our friendship, but there’s just no stopping me.
I slide my finger across the panel of her soaked panties. Oh fuck. Discovering how wet she is for me has me as hard as iron.
I’ll need to jerk off a few times tonight, that’s for sure. And I’m okay with it.
“You can open your eyes, Greer,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.
“I’m afraid if I do, I’ll wake up from this dream.”
“You can watch the dancers on stage,” I tell her.
Her eyes pop open, worry etched along her pretty face. “Are you watching them?” She looks almost mortified.
“I’m not watching anyone but you, sweetheart.”
Her eyes connect with mine. “I like you calling me that.”
“Then it’s yours.” I push a finger slowly under her panties and through her wetness. Holy fuck. I need to remind myself to breathe as I touch her.
She’s so wet for me. All for me. A surge of pride races through my veins like a wild stallion, igniting a whirlwind of passion and yearning that consumes my thoughts.
She moans out long and hard as I press against her clit. This pussy is mine. But it’s not and the thought that she will most likely end up with somebody else makes me angry.
A wave of fury washes over me at the thought of anyone touching her like I am right now. The panic is back, but I suck in a deep breath, knowing that right now she’s mine. And that’s all that matters.
Mine.
“Say you’re mine,” I fucking beg of her, even though I know it’s all a fantasy.
“I’m yours,” she whispers, and I wish with everything I have it could be true.
“Say it again, Greer.”
“I’m yours.”
I want her to say it again over and over, but I know I’m playing a dangerous game, one where I’ll surely get burned.
THIRTEEN
