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She does, tugging as I kiss my way down her stomach and settle between her thighs. I drag my tongue through her pussy, slow at first, then deeper, licking and sucking until her hips start to lift off the couch.

Her moans grow louder. I keep going, until her thighs tighten around my head and she comes with a broken cry, still gripping my hair.

I rise, strip off the rest of my remaining clothes, and turn her over.

“Bend over. Hold onto the couch.”

She does. I grip her hips and push into her in one deep thrust, drawing a gasp from her. I fuck her hard from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching around to pinch and roll her nipples.

“Oh my God…Roman.”

I lean over her, mouth at her ear, voice rough. “Take it. That’s it, take every fucking inch. You feel how hard you make me?”

A knock sounds at the door. I ignore it. Aurora tries to twist away. “Roman, someone’s—”

I don’t stop. I keep thrusting as I call out, “What is it?”

My secretary’s voice comes through the door. “Ms. Katerina is here to see you, sir.”

“I’m busy. I don’t want to be interrupted,” I pant.

“She insists it’s important,” the secretary stammers.

I slam into Aurora harder, making her cry out. “Tell her to fuck off!”

Aurora’s voice is shaky. “Roman, please—they can hear—”

“If you’re still worried about getting caught,” I growl, “then I’m not doing it right.”

I drive into her deeper, faster. Then I slap her clitoris.Her moans turn loud. “Fuck! Roman!”

“That’s it,” I say against her neck. “Scream the fucking roof down.”

I keep the relentless pace until she shatters around me, crying my name. The tight pull of her orgasm drags me over the edge right after her. I bury myself deep and come hard, holding her tightly as the last pulses leave me.

Chapter 20

Aurora

“Roman…please…”

Roman is between my legs, his mouth working me with relentless focus. I moan his name, fingers tightening in his hair as the pleasure builds too fast. It’s all too much.

I try to push his head away, but his hands hold my thighs firmly in place, keeping me open for him.

I fist the sheets beside me, back arching.

“Roman—”

He’s already made me come so many times tonight I’ve lost count. My body feels oversensitive, almost liquid, and still he’s pushing me toward another peak.

I come hard, a rush of wetness spilling out of me as I cry out. When the waves finally ease, I look down to find him watching me, lips and chin glistening with my release. A satisfied smile curves his mouth.

“I knew I could make you squirt again,” he says, clearly pleased with himself.

I pull him up and kiss him deeply, tasting myself on his tongue. After what happened in his office earlier, something that still shocks me when I think about how loud we were, how the entire floor must have heard. I came home expecting the usual distance.

Instead, Roman returned in time for dinner. We had dinner together and afterward he followed me upstairs and stayed.