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His bed, naturally.
As soon as the question is out, I regret asking.
Not because I don't want to hear what Roman has to say. I do. But some other time. Because in order to answer me, he has to stop his warm, wet mouth from driving me into a frenzy.
"You fit me so well, baby." He smacks his lips. "Plus, I love the way you taste."
I nod and gently—but firmly—guide him back onto my needy dick.
Note to future self: never interrupt a blow job by asking a question ever again.
"Getting close," I murmur, cupping his face in my hands.
He looks up at me with a mouth full of dick and winks. Fucking winks. The cheek of the guy. I don't even have to ask if he wants me to pull out since it's a well-established fact that he doesn't. Ever. He really does love the taste of me, and it's intoxicating. No one's ever been so hungry for me or so unabashed about it. I've never felt sexier or more wanted.
"Oh, Roman." My lower back vaults off the bed as warm currents of heat spread out in every direction throughout my entire body. "Gettingrealclose."
His tongue goes into torpedo mode and I lose it, barely managing to latch onto his shoulders as my cock erupts in his mouth. Roman pulls back and stops moving, swallowing every last drop of my release.
"Nice way to start the morning," he says with a grin.
I start to smile but then I think about what I have to do today and my lips freeze. Roman instantly picks up on it, stops grinning, and shuffles up next to me.
"How are you feeling about everything?" he asks, gently stroking my cheek.
"Good, but worried."
We have a mediation session with Bailey today. Jocelyn thinks it's worth doing to try to convince him to grant me the divorce. Which is a wild thought. I could be officially divorced today.
Roman props himself up on his elbow, facing me. "What are you worried about? Bailey?"
"Yeah. What if he mentions—"
"It doesn't matter what he says, you will be fine." He lifts my hand and brings it to his lips. "He's got nothing new on you. He's revealed his hand and if he wants to commit a crime by releasing those videos, or bully you by mentioning anything from your past, we can't stop him. But I will be right by your side, supporting you and feeling nothing but pity for someone who can only make himself feel good by trying to make you feel bad."
My eyes cut to his, and I see it. I really see it. The change in Roman. "Did you just hear yourself?" I ask.
He looks a little shocked. "Yeah. I did. Fuck. Who am I?"
"You're an amazing person. Maybe more amazing than you give yourself credit for."
He peppers a few more kisses along my knuckles. "You know," he begins softly. "I've always been afraid of my feelings. In the past, they drove me off the rails. Clouded my judgment and caused nothing but trouble and heartache. But falling for you… It's different. You ground me, even though I've never felt anything this strong in my life."
"I've never felt anything so strong in my life, either."
He swallows, his grip on my fingers tightening, and I can tell what he's going to say next, so I open my mouth and say it at the same time.
"I love you."
The corner of his mouth tips up. "Jinx. Buy me a Coke."
"If I have to keep my mouth shut, how am I supposed to return the favor and blow you?"
Roman's grin extends. "You don't have to speak to go down on me."
I chuckle. "Good point."
And those are the last words I say before ducking down and taking Roman in my mouth.
