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I wasn’t going to let myself catch any kind of feelings for him.
Roarke was sitting on the bed, naked, the sheet pulled up just over his hips. He had the lights dimmed low, and my throat went dry as I shut the door behind me.
“You certainly are eager,” I said, but he didn’t respond, just looking at me and making the come-hither gesture with his fingers.
I swallowed hard and walked toward the bed, climbing on top of him, straddling his lap, and I could already see the sheet tented where he had an erection. He pressed it against me, kissing my neck, but he wouldn’t look at my face.
He still didn’t look into my eyes when I took off my top, knowing from previous times that if I didn’t, Roarke would rip it off me and pop a couple of buttons. He was rough during sex, and I had to admit that I loved it.
Roarke stared at my breasts instead, reaching around to pop open my bra with one hand. I raised an eyebrow.
“Lot of practice?”
“More than you know,” he rasped, his voice low and hoarse with lust. He pressed insistently against me and I could nearly feel his dick pulsing. He wanted me badly, and that made heat pool in my lower belly.
I wanted to frown, not liking the idea of all the experience he had. I was a little bit of a possessive person, especially when it came to sex. Up until Roarke, I’d seen sex as a fairly intimate act, and I’d only done it with people I had some kind of connection with. I didn’t have any connection to Roarke other than we were both lawyers and worked in the same office. He was myboss, for god’s sake, but maybe that was part of what made this even hotter. Pushing all thoughts of Roarke with other women out of my head, I yanked down the covers and scooted back on his lap, throwing my bra to the ground.
Roarke’s hands immediately came up to cup my breasts, dragging his thumbs across my nipples and I moaned loudly. My hair brushed up against my lower back when I threw my head back, making me shiver. Maybe the shivering had more to do with the fact that Roarke’s fingers were teasing my nipples.
He was looking at my breasts, and when I pushed my skirt up, my pussy, but he wasn’t looking me in the eyes. I frowned a little, wondering why that made me feel so strange. I guessed it was because I could be anyone.
I took his chin in my hand and forced him up to look at me and his green eyes flashed with something like arousal. He groaned.
“Wanted you to look at me,” I murmured, guiding him inside of me, and he moaned again, louder this time, almost a growl in the back of his throat.
His hands moved from my breasts to my hips and he bounced me on top of him, leaning up to catch my mouth with his own.
“Roarke,” I breathed, but he didn’t say my name.
Was he imagining I was someone else? Did I care if he was?
I definitely did. It was just my possessive nature, and I didn’t care (much) if he was seeing other people. I just wanted him to be with me when he was with me.
That was normal, right?
“Say my name,” I whispered close to his ear.
“Riley," he started, but I shook my head, stopping the movement of my hips and clenching my thighs around him so he couldn’t bounce me.
He growled in frustration, and I knew he was close to flipping me over. I wasn’t done yet, though.
“Not my last name,” I corrected.
“Magda,” he breathed, and that was what I needed, that made my insides clench like I was close to the edge.
I began to roll my hips, and Roarke bucked up beneath me, not content to let me take control.
“You want to flip me over, huh?” I asked, smiling wryly, and Roarke groaned and pulled me off him, pressing me face-down onto the bed, one hand on my lower back.
I squeaked and pressed my face into the pillow. I was a little disappointed because I liked for him to look at me, liked to know that it was me he was seeing, but then he slid back inside of me and I stopped thinking. I just gave in to how my body felt and nearly screamed into the mattress when he hit a sweet spot inside of me.
He tugged on my hair, lifting my head, and I looked over my shoulder, my mouth open.
“Now you saymyname,” he commanded, taking control back one hundred percent, and it made me feel like I was about to explode I was so close to coming.
“Roarke,” I croaked out, and when I started to come around him, I said it again in, louder. “Roarke, Roarke,” I chanted, and he groaned and kept fucking me, hard and fast.
He let go of my hair, putting both hands on my hips to pull me back against him, just chasing his orgasm, but it felt so good in the aftershocks of my own that I could barely move, just mewling and whimpering into the hotel pillow. Spots of lights appeared behind my eyes when I came again.
