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My dick throbs so painfully I have to give it a rough stroke through my pants.

Only when her thighs stop shaking do I stand and kiss her, swallowing her whimper as I lick into her mouth.

“You like how you taste, sweetheart?” I grind out. “Because I fucking love it.”

Clutching her hips, I lift her so she can wrap her legs around me. Instantly, the wet heat of her pussy seeps through my clothes, driving me wild.

I stalk across the suite to the bedroom and lay her down. Standing above her where she’s sprawled on the mattress completely naked while I’m still fully dressed, has me more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

The lights in the room are off, but with the curtains open, the glow of the city outside gilds her body. As I drink her in, I’m assaulted by one image after another, all of them centering around her and each one more graphic than the last. I picture taking her up against the window looking out at the Eiffel Tower, or on the balcony, bending her over as she braces her hands on the railing and tries not to scream my name for the city to hear. I see myself fucking her in the shower and on every surface of this suite, and I know I won’t have time to do it all before this moment between us is over.

For now, I need to have her here on this bed.

She looks up at me through long lashes, pale waves fanning out around her head, mouth parted and swollen from my kiss. Seeing her like this has all my blood pooling in my aching dick.

I’m going to take her right here. Watch her come apart for me. If this moment is all we can have, I’m going to make sure neither of us forgets it.

One last sane thought percolates through the lust. She needs to know she still has control. “Tell me this is what you want.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CHLOE

Istare up at him where he looms above me, still fully clothed, his hair disheveled and his gray eyes so dark with desire they look almost black.

No one has ever made me feel this desirable, this needy, this… powerful.

My body still buzzes from the orgasm he gave me, but I’m desperate for more. His body against mine, his hands on me.

So in response to his question, I answer the only way I can. “I want everything. All of it.”

The words have barely left my lips when he starts unbuttoning his shirt. He’s moving too slow for my liking, so I sit up and pull the bottom of it out of his pants, then start with the bottom button and work my way up until we meet in the middle. When the sides fall apart completely, I slide my hands up his torso, savoring how smooth and warm his skin is. He lets me explore the dips and valleys, the hard muscles, and the trail of hair that leads downward until his body is coiled tight.

Finally, gripping my wrists, he pushes them away and shrugs the shirt off, letting it fall to the floor.

My thighs clench involuntarily at the sight. He’s mouthwatering like this, standing in front of me, his gray eyespiercing, the wide expanse of his chest on display, abs rippling, and that V that cuts in at his hips?—

He brings both hands to his belt buckle, snapping me out of my stupor, his gaze fixed on me as he sheds his pants and boxer briefs.

When I see his cock in full for the first time, I lose my breath. It was obvious that night in his office that he was big. But like this, I can see every detail. It’s long and thick and curved and so hard the head is almost brushing his abs.

When he grips it with one hand and stretches it away from his stomach, I bite my lip to stop the moan that rises in my throat.

I have no idea how he’s going to fit inside me, but I trust Roman to make sure my body takes him. He’ll make this night good for me, there’s no doubt in my mind.

Just thinking about it is making me desperate. Not just for him to fuck me, but to be claimed in a way I’ve never craved before. Iknowthis is just a one-night thing, but the intensity of it feels like so much more.

He snags his discarded pants off the floor and pulls out a condom. With his teeth, he tears the wrapper, then sheaths his length in one smooth movement.

“Lie back.” The dark, bass rumble of his voice vibrates through me.

Obediently, I ease back. He follows, pushing my thighs apart and climbing onto the bed between them. There’s something in his eyes as he looms over me. It’s more than lust, but I can’t name it, and when he drags his thick crown through my soaked pussy, I forget all about it.

He stares down at where I’m spread open for him, the heat emanating from his body sending my heart racing. “So damn wet for me. So ready for my cock.”

I have to twist my hands into the bedcovers on either side of me to tether myself as anticipation tightens into a hot knot in my belly.

Planting one hand on the mattress next to me, he locks his gaze with mine and presses himself against my entrance.

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