Page 54 of Heartbreaker

My girl likes this. I have to stifle a satisfied moan, instead answering her earlier question.

“I told you if you belittle yourself, I’m spanking you,” I remind her.

“I didn’t belittle myself!” she argues.

“You said you only won because I wasn’t there.” My hand starts to rub soothing circles over her cheeks.

“We both know it’s tr—” Her words are cut off with another sharp crack on her ass.

“Don’t diminish your accomplishments, Lana,” I scold, voice firm.

“I wasn’t—” Again, my hand lands on her ass, and this time she barely swallows a small moan. I bite back a groan of my own as I rub my hand gently over the warm, pink skin.

“Not sure this is really doing the job at punishing you, though,” I grumble, my hand sliding between her legs. “You’re soaked, baby.”

“It’s from before when you were kissing me,” she says, then tries to shift, but my hand on her lower back holds her in place gently.

“Are you going to believe in yourself from now on?” I ask. There’s the briefest moment of hesitation, and my cock twitches.

“Maybe,” she says, looking over her shoulder with a wide, taunting grin.

This fucking woman. Absolutely perfection.

I give her what she’s asking for without words, lifting my hand and landing down on her ass, harder than before, and she lets out a low, throaty moan, this one not masked in the least.

“Tell me you won because you’re magnificent,” I demand, but secretly hope she doesn’t.

I get my wish.

“Rome, I’m not going to—” Another loud crack fills the room. My hand slides between her legs, one finger sliding into her soaking wet center.

“Say it, Lana,” I grit out. I check the clock over her head, realizing we’re down to about twenty minutes before she has to sit at the press table.

“I don’t want to,” she murmurs, looking up at me, her eyes wide, her lips parted, breath panting. I groan aloud, my cock throbbing with need I know won’t be sated. “I like this game.” The words are a near whisper, and I look to the ceiling, thanking whoever put this feisty, stubborn woman in my life.

But instead of continuing to spank her, I shift her until she’s in my lap, legs spread on either side of me. “Next time,” I say, appeasing the small pout on her lips with a press of my lips. “Right now, we’re in a time crunch, and I want to make my winner feel good.” She pouts, but it’s short-lived as I slide my fingers over her soaking wet center, then position three fingers at her entrance. She instantly takes the offer, sliding down onto them, head tipped back with a sigh.

“Ride these,” I groan through gritted teeth, then watch her plant her knees in the wooden bench on either side of my hips and lift herself up and down, fucking herself on my fingers. She tightens with each fall, one hand moving to my shoulder to keep herself. “That’s it, baby. Fucking beautiful.”

“Roman,” she mewls, and I groan at her use of my whole name. “I need more. I need you.” I breathe, hating that I can’t give her what she wants.

“I know, baby, but we can’t right now.”

“Please,” she begs through ragged breaths. “I earned it.” I groan, dropping my head to her shoulder, knowing this is a losing battle as I put a hand between us and tug my cock out of my loose shorts.

“We’ll have to make it quick.” She nearly whimpers with appreciation, lifting onto her knees. I position the head at her entrance, and a moment later, she sinks onto me. We both groan at the feel of her stretching around me, and my fingers dig into her hips, holding her in place. Her pussy convulses around my cock, her hips shifting a bit as if trying to move, but I nip her earlobe.

“Let me just enjoy this for a second, baby. You feel too fucking good.”

“I need you to move,” she whimpers.

“When I’m ready, heartbreaker.”

“Now, or I’m going to do it myself.” I grin wide at her ineffective threat. “You’re such an ass,” she grumbles, but there’s no fire in the words, not really.

It’s been like this for weeks now, frantic and needy, intense and eruptive each time we’re together. In public, nothing changes; we bicker and banter, but now, when it gets my cock hard, I let it simmer within me, knowing that we’ll have an outlet before long. We’re in a constant battle of wills, and I fucking love it.

As if to prove her point, she starts to move, lifting herself and falling onto my hard cock, the most glorious kind of torture imaginable, as her hand snakes up to cup her breast. She glares at me as she moves, as if to say, see? I’ll just take care of myself.