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“A time or two.”

“You rubbed that sweet pussy while you thought about it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did you come on your finger, Peyton?”

“I did.” I slide my hand down my body, rub my breasts and go lower to swipe the soft pad of my finger over my clit. “I would get so wet.”

“I like how wet you get.”

“That’s what you do to me,” I admit.

“This is what you do to me,” he says, and glances at his cock. “I imagined this so many times in my mind. There are so many ways I want to take you.”

“I bet I’ll hate them all.”

He grins. “Yeah.”

“Roman.”

“Hmm,” he says as I continue to touch myself.

“Condom.”

“Right.” He moans and I slick my finger over my clit as he disappears. A second later, he’s on the bed, ripping into the wrapper and sheathing himself. He falls over me, heavy and strong, and captures my lips. He kisses me hard, claiming my mouth in a frenzied rush. I put my legs around him and lift.

He breaks the kiss and buries his mouth in the hollow of my neck, tasting my skin as he probes my slick opening.

“Please, fuck me,” I cry out, and he pistons forward. A gasp catches in my throat as he rams into me, seating himself high and going perfectly still. His cock stretches my body, hits places, deep places I never knew existed. His head lifts and he stares down at me.

“Worst damn thing I ever felt,” he says, and begins to move his hips, creating need and friction in my core. I wrap my arms around him to hang on, but it’s no use. I’m free-falling without a net and if the landing doesn’t kill me, it will ruin me forever. It’s frightening. Exhilarating.

“Roman,” I say. “I want... I want.”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know.”

“You want it like this, baby?” he asks, picking up the pace, hard blunt strokes that force the air from my lungs.

“Yes.” Thank God he knows what I need even when I don’t.

His big hands grip my shoulders, and he presses hot, openmouthed kisses to my neck and chest. His body shifts, the angle forcing him in deeper.

“My God,” I cry out as he hits my cervix. He pounds against me, stimulating, rubbing, penetrating so deeply, hitting me at just the right angle, a full-body orgasm rips through me. I open my mouth but no words come when a deep shudder sends waves of pleasure from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

He goes still inside me and curses under his breath as I shatter around him. “Jesus, Peyton,” he says as I ride the high and bask in each and every glorious pulse. So, this is what sex is like? Damn, I’d have been having it every single day if I knew it was this good. Then again, I’m sure it wouldn’t be like this with anyone other than Roman—and the truth of the matter is, what this man does to me, it’s a bit frightening.

He moves again, and my body tightens around him. “You got me there,” he says, and slides out, only to jerk forward and fill me again. “Right there.”

I scratch my nails along his back, scoring his flesh, like I’m marking him as mine, and he pulses inside me. He finds my mouth again for a deep, bruising kiss as he gives in to the pleasure and comes high inside me. His heart pounds against my chest, his body slick, hot and spasming as he collapses on top of me. He kisses my damp flesh again. His rough tongue trailing along my shoulder, as his one hand goes to my face. He cups my cheek and his head lifts, the tenderness in his gaze a complete contrast to our frenzied sex.

“Peyton,” he says, and I struggle to get my breath.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck.”

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