Page 67 of Falling for Rome


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He rolled over onto his back next to me, and I sighed in relief. My body thrummed. I swore every single nerve ending I owned tingled or felt singed. Distantly, I heard a crinkling sound, but I was too busy coming down from my high to pay attention. That had been so amazing. I couldn’t remember ever coming that hard. Or for that long.

Then suddenly Rome’s hands clasped my waist as he lifted me up and over him. Before I had a chance to figure out what was going on, Rome seated me on top of him.

His large, hot cock speared me. Filling me.

I moaned.

My skirt fluttered around me, covering us, as Rome’s jeans scratched my thighs. We were both still technically dressed. Something about that made it even hotter.

“Before you talk, you gotta do your penance.” Rome’s hands folded behind his head as he reclined back on the bed. “Ride me.”

With a naughty smirk, I leaned forward. My hands came down on his chest for leverage as I slowly rocked on top of him. “Your wish is my command.”

Despite his words, I was in control. How much or how fast we did this was totally up to me. My sex still throbbed from his earlier attention, but it wasn’t too much. Now it was only a faint throb that was quickly overtaken by my fascination at Rome’s reactions. The way his brows drew together when I squeezed on a downstroke. The way he bit his lip when I took my sweet, sweet time on an upstroke. The way his head fell back with a groan when I stopped moving all together.

But soon he’d had enough of letting me drive as his hands clamped around my waist. Without a word spoken, he urged me to move faster while his hips came up and met mine, thrusting him even deeper inside me.

Then he didn’t need to urge me at all. Inexplicably, I felt another orgasm building.

I sat back on my thighs and brushed my skirt away so I could touch myself. Rome growled low and deep as my fingers rubbed against my clit while I kept grinding down on top of him.

“Just a little…” My words ended in a gasp as I crested again.

Rome gave a shout, pulled my body close to him, and I collapsed onto his chest.

My heartbeat thundered in my ears. That was the most amazing, insane sex I’d ever had. And after my first time with Rome, that was saying something.

I felt his lips press against the top of my head as his heart rocketed beneath my ear.

I really hoped I hadn’t left him hanging.

And I really, really hoped he’d thought to use a condom. That had been the last thing on my mind.

I opened my mouth to ask, when a thunder of knocking came from the trailer’s door again.

Rome groaned. “I guess the questioning will have to wait for later.”

He kissed the top of my head again then rolled off the bed. Standing next to it, he rolled off the well-used condom, then hobbled toward the bathroom.

Well that answered both of my questions at least.

I hummed happily as I wiggled in the soft bed.

“Damn. I really, really don’t want to go to wardrobe right now. But I love how fucking happy you look.”

I opened my eyes and smiled up at Rome. “That was freaking amazing.”

“You’re very welcome. If you couldn’t tell, I enjoyed myself too.” He bent down and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to my lips, and I faintly smelled a lemony soap aroma. He must’ve cleaned up in the tiny bathroom.

Jeff’s thundering knock came again.

Rome sighed. “But I gotta go. Interrogation will have to wait until my break.”

“I don’t even remember what we were talking about,” I whispered back to him. “But I can’t wait for round two.”

“Me neither, baby.” He stood up and hooked his thumbs in his pockets. “You want to come to set? Watch all the magic happen?”

I could already see all the judgy looks and sneers. Yeah, no thanks. Not interested in that. And I remembered what had started this whole ‘interrogation’ in the first place—I was the leech along for the ride. I hadn’t done anything to earn these amazing surroundings. I was just sleeping with the man who had done the work.

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