Page 21 of Dark Romeo

“Don’t make fun of me again or I’ll be forced to punish you.” I poked him again to make a point. I really enjoyed watching him squirm.

He rolled on top of me. “I think we need to call a truce.”

“The only time someone calls the truce is when he’s about to lose.” I tried to poke him again.

He grabbed my hand, threading his fingers through mine and holding it down over my head so I couldn’t do it again. “I’m merely giving you an option of a truce to be a gentleman. I don’t lose.”

He was too strong. And he was cheating, using his weight to hold me down. Being pinned down should inspire fear in me. Instead, I felt the heat rushing to my core. Again. Dear God. What was he doing to me?

He smirked at me, smugness clear on his face.

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile pulled at my lips.

“Now that I’ve clearly lost against you,” he said, “you were saying… what hadn’t you ever done before?”

I chewed my lip, wondering if I dared to reveal my secret.

He raised his eyebrow. “I’ve been inside you, Jules. I’ve had my fingers, drenched in your come, shoved down your throat and my tongue in your asshole. Are you really going to be self-conscious now?”

Fair enough. “Coming twice,” I blurted out. “I’ve never come twice in a night.”

A smirk appeared on his face. “Safe to say then you’ve never come three times in a night.”

“No,” I squeaked as his hips began to grind against me again, his length hardening. He grinned, wicked and salacious, the hunger clear in his eyes. I wasn’t the only one ready to go again.

“Challenge accepted.”

ROMAN

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I had the most incredible dream. I dreamed I had an angel in my arms. She saw past the darkness that shrouded me. She wrapped her light around me and bathed me in warmth. She absolved me of all my sins.

I slept more soundly than I had in a long time.

I woke to the feeling of a warm body against me, silky hair against my chest, soft warmth along my side making a heat trickle into my lower body.

Julianna.

I let her stay the night.

I never let them stay.

Sometime during the night, I had grabbed her and pulled her against me. And I hadn’t let her go. I opened my eyes. The early afternoon light was streaming through the window, highlighting the Presidential Suite’s honey wood and cream décor in a soft glow. The expensive sheets were twisted around us. Half the blankets and pillows had been kicked off the bed. I spotted the broken lamp I’d knocked off the bedside table last night. Last night… Already my mind was filling with images from last night, making my cock ache. Jesus Christ. Last night…

I’d had my fair share of one night stands and flings. Last night blew them all away. Meeting someone who set your body on fire with one touch—one searing look, one whispered word—came along less than a handful of times in a lifetime. She would not be someone I’d forget that easily.

I looked down at her sleeping face, careful not to move so as not to wake her. I wondered if she knew how gorgeous she was. I doubted it. Despite her bravado and confidence last night, I could sense she was unaware of how devastatingly beautiful she truly was. Her long dark lashes almost reached the top of her polished cheekbones, a perfect tiny brown mole over her pouty mouth, naturally crimson and slightly parted. She barely had any makeup on her face, I realized. None of that foundation shit that always smeared across my pillows. Just a touch of mascara darkened her lashes.

She looked younger when she slept. Her features were soft and full. Without her shields up, she was as vulnerable as a babe in my arms. My heart clenched. If only I could protect this very part of her. She wouldn’t need her shields if she had me. She wouldn’t need to be so tough all the time. Or in control all the time.

“Are you watching me sleep?” she mumbled even as her eyelids remained closed.

I grinned. Busted. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether you find it sweet or creepy.”

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