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ChapterFive
Ava
Iwake up naked as usual, surrounded by Roman’s arms.I’m getting used to the feel of his arms around me, and it’s surprisingly nice.I snuggle in closer.Things have been different between us since the night of the striptease.Not because he’s been different; if anything, he’s been even more demanding and domineering.But my attitude’s changed because I’ve seen a glimpse of the sweet and tender side he hides behind that gruff Dominant demeanor.Not to mention the pleasure he’s introduced me to that’s beyond anything I ever imagined.
I move to get up, but his strong hands hold me fast, turning me in his arms.He nuzzles my neck, the scruffy overnight shadow of his beard tickling me deliciously.
“What should we do today?”he murmurs.
“I know what we can’t do today,” I grumble.Roman was quite thorough in washing the paint off in the shower last night, and I’m still feeling vaguely needy and out of sorts this morning.
He nips my ear.“Don’t remind me.”
“I don’t know what you’re worried about.The rule doesn’t apply to you.”
He looks at me appraisingly.“The problem is, I don’t know how I’m going to keep you on edge for two days without making you come.All I have to do is touch you and you explode.”
My face flushes with heat.“You make me sound like some sort of nymphomaniac,” I protest.“I do not come that easily.”
“Yes, you do, sweetheart,” he says with a smile of pure male satisfaction.“Let’s go downstairs and have breakfast while I think about it.”
We’re half-finished with breakfast—eggs, bacon, and toast for him, and yogurt and a bowl of strawberries for me—when he surprises me by asking me what I like to do.
“What do you mean?”I dip a strawberry into the yogurt and then lick it off.
“Dammit, Ava, are you trying to drive me crazy?”he grumbles, his gaze fixed on my mouth.
“Someone’s kind of grumpy today.”I dip the strawberry back into the yogurt and lick it off again, swirling my tongue deliberately around the tip of the strawberry before sliding it slowly between my lips.His eyes darken.
“And someone’s going to pay for teasing her Dom,” he says.
God, I hope so.
“I mean what do you like to do for fun?What do you enjoy in your spare time?”he presses.
I think about his question.“I don’t know,” I say slowly.“For the last couple of years my time has been consumed by school, and any spare moment I had I was working at a coffee shop to make money to cover the things my scholarship didn’t.I didn’t have much time for fun.”
He picks up my hand.“No hobbies?No passions?”I shake my head.“What about music?”he asks, playing idly with my fingers.“You said you liked music.And you clearly know a thing or two about it, given your song choice the other night.Not everyone has heard of Lipstick Zoo.”
I look up at him in surprise.“You’ve heard of them?”
He nods.“Great band.”
I can’t figure him out.What kind of man runs a multimillion-dollar company and gets off on controlling women but listens to Lipstick Zoo?“I do love music,” I admit.“I think I have a playlist for everything, and I love discovering new bands.Not being able to listen to music whenever I want has been one of the hardest things about the games.Well, besides the whole being-naked-all-the-time thing.And being spanked.And having to do whatever I’m told.And—”
He silences me with a kiss, his tongue brushing over mine unhurriedly as his lips taste and tantalize until I’ve forgotten what we were talking about.
“Let’s go to the gym this morning,” he suggests.“After lunch, you can help me with some work I have to do, and then we can go watch a band tonight.I’ll see who’s playing around town.”
We work out together at the gym after breakfast, and I have to say the sight of Roman’s abs and that chest glistening with sweat makes the time fly.We go back to the suite to shower and then grab lunch at one of the Helix’s smaller restaurants before returning to our room.I’m curious as to what I could possibly help Roman with for work.
He grabs his laptop off the desk where he usually works and takes it into the bedroom, telling me to come with him.He moves a plushly upholstered armchair so it’s positioned facing the side of the bed and sets the laptop down on it.Then he turns to me, taking in the fitted white tank top and silk shorts I’m wearing with sandals.
“Take off your shoes and your bra,” he commands.
I do as he says, wondering what this has to do with his work.
He eases me down onto the bed until I’m stretched out on my back.
