Page 51 of Clueless Romeo

So much.

You want my come in your ass?

More than fucking anything.

On and on, he worshiped my body with words and his touch until it became too much. My nerve endings rippled with wildfire as my orgasm raced through my body.

"Oh, god. I'm going to come." The whisper was all I could manage, but Roman heard me loud and clear, smacking my ass once.

His thrusts grew harder. Faster. Untamed. "Come for me, baby. I'm going to fill your ass with my come next time. I want you bare. You want that?"

Roman's dick in my ass with nothing between us? The mental image, combined with the tight fist around my cock, and how he stretched me wide while fucking me stupid, sent me flying over the edge.

"Roman." His name burst from my lips like a prayer and a curse wrapped in a wash of euphoria so dense it rolled like a thundering cloud through every cell of my being. At that moment, I belonged to him. Roman fucking owned me.

"That's it. Fuck, yes." His thrusts lost their rhythm, and a long raspy groan left his throat as he stilled. His long fingers flexed and loosened as he came, and I wasn't sure which I loved more: Getting off or the fact that Roman had fallen apart so beautifully for me.

I wouldn't be surprised if I woke with bruises. And strangely enough, I found myself hoping the reminder of tonight was inked on my skin. I'd never wanted to be marked by someone. But that was exactly what I wanted with Roman.

He collapsed onto my back, his sweaty skin plastered against mine as he sucked in deep lungfuls of air. "That was insane," he muttered.

"In a good way, I hope." I snorted, and he chuckled, a sound I was growing addicted to.

"Insanely good," he corrected. "You okay?"

"Insanely okay," I parroted, and he laughed, the sound breathless. "But seriously, get the fuck off me. I'm hot as hell and can't breathe."

"Shit, sorry." He pulled away, and his softening cock slipped from my ass. When Roman was off the mattress, I flopped onto my back, avoiding the mess I'd made on his blanket. "You're going to need to wash this."

He eyed the spot and shrugged. "Worth it. Get your ass up. I need a shower and some sleep."

"Already being kicked out. Ouch." It was sort of a joke. "A ten-minute breather never killed anyone."

Roman scowled at my words. "Let me rephrase. Get your ass up and in the showerwithme. And thenweneed some sleep."

"You asking me to sleep over?" I arched an eyebrow in surprise. That hadn't been part of the deal, but I didn't hate the idea. My body was wrung out, and fog had settled in my brain. I was too wrung out to think clearly.

Roman held his hand out for mine, and I reached up to grasp it. His eyes were clear and showed no signs of regret.

"That's exactly what I'm asking." He grinned as he hauled me to my feet. "And hoping you'll say yes. I'm not through with you yet."

With Roman looking at me with a possessive glint in his eyes, I responded the only way that felt right. "Okay."

Fifteen

CJ

Monday morning,the deep gold early morning sun rays peeked around the edges of slate gray curtains, their color darker than those hanging in my bedroom. And the mattress was more comfortably worn than my new one. Contentment settled in my bones as I stretched my arms over my head, arching my back off Roman's bed.

I yawned as the memories from the past two nights rose to the surface of my mind—Roman's warmth as he slept against me after we were both spent from playing each other's bodies to exhaustion.

The en suite bathroom door was closed, but the sound of the shower running and the scent of woody spearmint filtered into the room. A smile played on my lips even though my ass was sore and my muscles ached.

Sleeping with Roman had been better than anticipated. Finally being with a man this weekend had been everything I'd hoped it would be and erased the doubts that I wouldn't enjoy it as much as the fantasy. I had a suspicion it had everything to do with Roman being that man.

The sound of a car door closing outside made me frown while I slid off the bed and padded to the window. It was too early for Roman to have any clients scheduled, and I wasn't expecting anyone either.

I pulled the curtain aside, and dread hollowed a pit in my stomach.

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