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“Shhh…I’m believe I said I would spanking you until you couldn’t sit for days, Hollywood.” The thought is a naughty one and Roman pulls me over his lap easily with no resistance.
“Because of a text message?” I look over my shoulder, a curl flopping over my brow.
“Because I hate when you hold back.” Roman’s eyes darken and a deep well inside of me feels like I deserve some sort of punishment because I am holding back. Because I have too. It’s not that I wouldn’t be into something kinky with Roman, but this feels tainted with something else. Something I’ve brought to the table by keeping a secret from him, one that will turn his world upside down.
“Do your worst.” I know better than to challenge a cranky, horny man when the first resounding spank lands on my ass. Tempered with feeling so good, I take my punishment as a lesson learned.
“I’m going to enjoy this, princess.” Part of me hopes he does, and less than five rousing spanks later, Roman covers me from behind. His body over mine and my skin hot and prickly from the heat of his hand over my flesh. Our skin feels more abrasive rubbing against each other, mine more sensitive. My brain is caught between absolute consent with his playfulness because none of it really hurts and the knowledge I’ve done something horribly wrong.
“I have hated every moment we’ve been apart.” A heavy whisper of hot sweet breath fills my ear as tears prick my eyes. His cock wedges between my legs and my juices lubricate his rough entry. The tip barely penetrating me and already the fit is tight but not unpleasant. A gush of wetness from my core drenches him and I hear him groan as he pushes against me. I push back, desiring the same thing.
It’s carnal and I let him take me again the way he wants to, slightly rough but still restrained. My tissues stretch to take him from this angle. Each powerful thrust exposes me more to Roman. My heart beats hard the staccato rhythm, drowning out any other thought besides meeting our pleasure together in a tangle of limbs and grunts our skin slapping together and my cries for him to never stop. I’d never need another high priced cardio workout with Roman in my life.
Chapter Nineteen
ROMAN
Eventually, I let Abby escape from the bedroom for a shower. I collect the food in my cooler from the car, which, thankfully, is still cold. As Hollywood emerges from the bathroom, her skin warm and damp, I pull her into my lap and stick a spoonful of pie under her nose until she open’s her mouth.
“Oh, my god,” she mumbles between bites, licks, and all manner of sexy moans while eating from me. “What is that?”
“Turtle pie. You are the only person I’ve ever shared it with. Maddie makes it and guards the recipe with her life.”
“It’s crazy good.” I swear Abby was about to say orgasmic mid spoonful rolling her blue eyes back, damn her. “Give me another bite.” Her mouth is full and chewing around the delicious food of the gods as she speaks.
“Oh no, that was all I’m sharing.” I smile, but I’m shocked by the wicked gleam in Abby’s eyes as she slides down from the chair onto her knees between mine.
“Are you sure I can’t entice you to share another bite, perhaps?” Yeah, she was definitely going to say orgasmic. This homecoming was worth the wait. She runs her hands over my thighs suggestively and bites her bottom lip, pouting.
“Abigail,” I warn her. It’s bad enough I feel like a bomb ready to detonate anytime I’m in her presence.
“Roman,” she mocks me in a stern voice and slips her deft little finger under my boxers, grabbing me fully and rubbing a finger over the head of my dick slowly. I swallow a groan, wondering what my little minx will actually do.
“Tread carefully, counselor.” I almost choke on my words as her finger traces the slit of my cock and a bead of fluid makes her finger slip back down to the root.
“Oh, I plan to, but first I want that pie.” She leans up and kisses me, her teeth pulling on my lip and licking the slight sting away. Her finger nails scrape gently and my balls pull up from the pressure of her grip. Our lips mix in a caramel chocolate kiss, desire flaming.
“No pie,” I grunt into her confused face.
“You wouldn’t dare.” A shocked expression fills her hungry eyes.
“Actually, if I’m not mistaken, I still owe you another spanking for holding out on me in the first place.” I grab her by her shoulders, pulling her up and over my lap.
“Another…” An unreadable expression crosses her face and her eyes narrow with a twisted smile. I’ve spanked her once, but I kind of liked it more than I thought I would, and the resulting sex was hot—hotter than I imagined. She looks ready to both run and surrender at the same time, telling me she liked it just as much as I did. “Roman Winters, don’t you dare!” she yells as I give her a sharp wallop on her behind.
“Hmm, still not getting the message, Ms. Holliday. I think these pants are in my way. I slip the sleep pants over her tan cheeks, rubbing the soft mounds under my palm.
“You’ll regret this, Roman.” Smack. I give her behind another tap. She’s squirming in my lap and I rub the heat from her cheek, my dick now pressed against her soft belly. Smack. The vibrations turn me on as well.
“Yeah, but not nearly as much as I should.” She’s struggling, but not to get away and our playful exchange becomes something else entirely different. Each spank has her moaning and the heat of her pink skin turns me on a little more than the last.
“Please, Roman.” I pick her up and settle her in my lap; her rear rubs against me, invitingly fitting me to places I crave to go.
“Now you may have all the pie you like.” I scoop a finger of caramel and chocolate and Abby’s eyes glaze over with want. Her lids lower, covering her beautiful eyes as her lips slowly grip around my finger, sucking and licking the sweet pie. When she’s done, we kiss deliberately and begin shucking clothes off. She positions her body over mine, and that’s how we christened the kitchen.
ABIGAIL
We’re meeting my sister and Lucas at Long Beach Harbor where Roman sold one of his fancy boats to a guy who owns a hotel chain in Vegas. I don’t know all of the particulars, but the boat is moored at the marina and he’s graciously agreed to let us take it out for
