Page 23 of Don't Look Away

“What is this?” I laugh, stepping inside the private little area.

He shuts the gate behind us and shrugs. “We’ve never had an official date, have we?”

Adate? My God, who is this guy? Is body snatching an actual thing? That’s the only possible explanation for what’s happening here.

“I can’t believe you put all this together in just a couple of hours.”

He flashes me that sexy smile. “With enough money, there’s no limit to what you can accomplish in just a couple of hours.”

Fair. Money does make the world go round.

I glance over my shoulder at the hot tub. It looks so inviting, but for the millionth time this week, guilt swamps me. Bree will never get to enjoy something like this ever again, and it feels wrong that I should indulge in something so fun.

Roman must guess at the direction of my thoughts, because he comes up behind me, and places his large hands on my shoulders. “She would want you to be happy, Lux. She would want you to have this.”

I swallow, and nod. I know he’s right. Bree has only ever wanted me to be happy, but justlivingis still so fucking hard. Happiness on top of that feels greedy.

“I don’t have my bathing suit,” I point out. It looks like he’s thought out every last detail, except for that.

He spins me around, and his hands move to the hem of my shirt. “You don’t need a bathing suit,” he says with a devilish smile.

I glance around us in a panic. We’re outside where anyone could walk up and see us. Sure, it’s semi-private, butsemiis the operative word there.

Again, he reads the direction of my thoughts. “This area is completely private. No one is going to bother us. I made sure of that.”

My muscles relax a little, but I’m still not entirely convinced. I take a step back and lift my chin at him. “Okay, then. You first.”

With a cheeky grin, he pulls his white cotton shirt over his head, revealing his tanned torso. His rock-hard abs twitch as he moves, andfuuuck,I’m already itching to reach out and touch him.Ugh,I’m so damn weak. It’s so pathetic. But by some miracle, I manage to keep my hands at my sides, scrunched into fists.

He has his gaze locked on my face as he unhooks the button of his jeans, and then lowers the zipper slowly. My God, this is torture. I watch intently, licking my lips, waiting breathlessly for his thick cock to spring free.

He’s wearing flip-flops, so he flings those off first, then shucks his pants and underwear all at once, kicking them aside. Now, he stands in front of me, completely naked, anddamn…he looks like some kind of mythological demigod, sculpted out of marble.

It’s no wonder the women here worship him.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen him naked, but never have I seen him like this, daylight kissing his bronzed skin, his cock jutting out, large and intimidating. It’s incredible that something so huge can fit inside me. But it does, and it feelsah-mazing.

My nipples tighten at the sight of him, and I swallow.

Yesss, daddy.

He lifts a brow. “Your turn.”

He’s clenching and unclenching his fists as his sides, and I can tell he wants to undress me himself. It’s all about control with Roman, but he’s holding himself back, waiting for me to comply.

With one last quick glance around, I’m satisfied no one can see us. To my right, there’s a steep drop, then nothing but ocean below, and on my left, the cliff wall is shielding us from view, and the other two sides are covered by dense vegetation, which is by design, I’m sure. It makes this space completely private, despite being carved into the side of a cliff.

Roman waits patiently, his heated gaze devours me as I tug my shirt over my head, and toss it aside. My nipples strain against the thin fabric of my pink bra, and I blush. Standing in front of him like this, in broad daylight, every dip and curve and bump completely visible to him is slightly mortifying. And I love my body, but there’s absolutely no hiding with lighting like this.

“Quickly, Lux,” he says through gritted teeth. He's on the brink of losing it, and knowing that fills me with an odd sense of power.

Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra, and pull it offslowlybefore flinging it aside. My breasts are large and heavy, and his eyes devour them hungrily.

Now, I’m standing in front of him, completely vulnerable. I consider diving off this cliff and into the churning ocean. For some reason, the idea of surviving a forty-foot fall seems less painful than surviving Roman’s intense scrutiny.

“Lux,” he growls, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He sways forward like he’s going to take a step toward me, before managing to pull himself back.

I kick off my shoes, no socks, and take my jeans off until I’m standing in nothing but my panties. Then I take those off, too, and I swear to God, for a second, it looks like he’s going to tackle me. You’d think this guy hadn’t had sex in weeks.

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