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I shiver when his hand traces a path down my back. “After dinner.”
He glances over his shoulder toward my kitchen. “If you cooked whatever I’m smelling, you’re a better chef than I am.”
“There are no carrots involved,” I confess. “Or eggs.”
His gaze moves to the dining room table. “I see that my delivery arrived.”
I hold in a laugh. “It did. Thank you, but there must be at least fifty daisies there, Roman.”
He nods. “At least.”
I laughed when a delivery person showed up at my door an hour ago. He was trying his best to balance the daisies in a vase in one arm while he held tightly to two paper bags filled with wine.
“Six bottles of wine,” I point out. “I need to work tomorrow, so we’re drinking only one.”
“We’ll save the other five for when I come over in the future.”
Cocking a brow, I smile. “In the future?”
“We both know this is my first visit here.” He moves to kiss me softly on the lips. “I hope it becomes a regular thing.”
I do too.
It feels right having him here.
“I’ll finish up dinner while you open one bottle of wine.” I pop one finger in the air. “Just one.”
He closes his eyes and inhales. “Smells like lamb, so a bottle of red it is.”
Chapter 33
Roman
I claw at the sheets beneath me, trying to keep my hands from reaching out to Bianca.
She ordered me to stop after she hovered her beautiful pussy over my face. It was pure fucking torture.
I couldn’t resist, so I tugged her closer and ran my tongue along the seam of her core.
That drew a moan from her as my cock slid out of her mouth.
I went at her like a starving man until she came against my lips. Moments later, she shifted until she was just out of reach. It was then that my cock became her focus. Fuck me, this woman knows how to bring me to the edge.
“Jesus,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “So fucking deep.”
She’s swallowed me, toying at me with her tongue, her lips, and her hands.
I arch my back when her hand drops to the base of my cock.
She squeezes me hard.
“Fuck,” I spit out. “I’m going to come.”
Her head bobs up and down as she kneels on the bed. Her tits bounce with each movement.
“Bianca.” Her name escapes me in a growl. “Let me touch you.”
My cock slides out of her mouth. “I want this. It feels so good.”
My head falls back on the bed. I twist beneath her. “I’m close.”
I expect her to pull back, but she ups the pace. Her strokes are faster, her moans louder. The hum coming from her vibrates through me.
I feel the heat of the orgasm as it sparks at the base of my spine.
I call out, chanting her name over and over as I come with an intensity that leaves her squirming as she swallows all of my release.
***
I tie off the condom and toss it in a wastebasket in her bathroom.
I needed ten minutes after she blew me before I was ready to go again. I surprised myself with that. Bianca, more so. She eagerly crawled over me again, fucking me with a need that I could feel and see.
Her head flew back, she moaned, and as she let herself go, I clung to her thighs, wanting to keep her there forever.
I stare at myself in the mirror that hangs over the sink.
My hair is a fucking mess. My cheeks are red, and there’s a small bite mark on my shoulder.
Her teeth landed there when she came.
She fell onto me as she rode me through her orgasm.
The pain from the bite was enough to drive me to fuck her harder. I flipped us over, thrust into her again and again until I blew my load.
My hands fall to the counter as I try and catch my breath.
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing anymore. I’ve always been so careful. I fuck without thinking too far into the future.
I’m not a one-night stand type of guy. I’ve had a series of short monogamous relationships, but I’ve never felt anything close to this.
I turn quickly, not wanting to face myself.
I’m fucking up.
A man can’t live in two separate worlds for long. Eventually, they have to collide.
A soft knock at the door draws my gaze back up. I scrub a hand over my face. “Bianca,” I call out to her. “Come in. I’m decent.”
She swings open the door and laughs aloud when she sees me leaning against her bathroom counter with nothing on.
“You’re naked,” she points out. “That’s decent?”
“You’re naked too.” My hand drops to the base of my cock. “That’s perfect.”
She moves closer half a step. “Your phone was ringing. I think it’s still in the pocket of your jeans.”
A call this late at night is never good news. “I need to check that.”
