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They were both moving faster now, Roman trying to hold back his orgasm while Ruby reached for another one, her hips grinding and circling his cock, her small hands pressing on his chest, a series of short breaths emerging from her mouth as she got closer.
“That’s right,” he coaxed, hanging on to the last thread of his restraint. “Come for me sweetheart. Give it to me so I can give it to you.”
She cried out and her channel clamped down hard on his cock as the orgasm took hold of her body.
He let go and followed her into the abyss, coming hard and fast, the release all the sweeter because he could see the pure pleasure on her face as she came.
She had a surprisingly dirty little mouth, and he reveled in the words that spilled from her lips, a match to his own as he told her all the things he loved about fucking her, all the things he still planned to do to her.
He didn’t stop moving until she collapsed onto his chest, her back slick with sweat.
He wrapped his arms around her, kissed the top of her head. “Thank you.”
She lifted her head to look at him through the dark, a smile playing at her lips. “You’re thanking me for fucking you?”
He touched her face. He intended for his response to be lighthearted, but when he answered, a single word emerged, simple and serious, from his mouth.
“Yes.”
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RUBY
He was a passionate and generous lover, bringing her to orgasm again and again with his fingers, his mouth, and the biggest cock she’d ever seen. After that first moment when his gaze had combed her body, she’d forgotten all about her self-consciousness. He took such obvious delight in her body, worshipped it as if she were an altar, she could only revel in their mutual pleasure.
She’d wondered if she would ever be able to enjoy sex again, if she would ever be able to be vulnerable enough to be naked with a man again.
But she’d been thinking about it all wrong, starting with thethinkingpart.
After Adam she’d spent a fair share of time thinking about what it would be like to have another man in her life, in Olivia’s life. Not because she was eager to have one, but because that was her default.
Be prepared. Run through all possible scenarios. Have a backup plan and a backup plan to the backup plan.
Plan A. Plan B. Plan C.
Being in control equaled safety. For her and for Olivia.
But there had been no plan for the kind of hunger she felt in Roman’s arms.
She hadn’t realized this kind of passion existed. The kind where you didn’t think at all, where your hunger for someone else obliterated all thought to make space for pure pleasure.
“Can I get you anything?” Roman asked, his massive arms wrapped around her like they didn’t intend to let her go anytime soon.
She smiled against his chest. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“I’m sure I can find the fridge,” he said. “Or the water.”
“I’m good,” she said, snuggling deeper into the bed, into his arms. He was like a mountain, shelter from the storm.
Dumb.
Just because they’d slept together didn’t mean she knew him. He could be an undercover douchebag, one of those guys her single friends told her about who seemed nice, fucked you, then ghosted you.
“Should I go?” he asked.
She shifted so she could look at him. “Do you want to go?”
“No.” The answer came too quick to be anything but the truth. “But I don’t want to make things awkward with your daughter tomorrow.”
