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“So damn sexy.” He tugs my head back so I’m forced to release him, then untangles a hand from my hair and wraps it around his shaft. “Open that pretty mouth.”

Lifting my gaze, I keep it fixed on his as I open my mouth, desperate to watch him fall apart.

He gives himself three vicious strokes, then lets out a harsh groan as he comes, hot spurts streaking across my lips and landing on my tongue. Still coming, he slides the head of his cock into my mouth again so the last few pulses hit the back of my throat.

The muscles of his thigh twitch under my hand as he spasms against my tongue.When the pulsing finally stops, he’s breathing fast, his pupils blown wide.

He brackets my throat with his big hand, applying the slightest pressure. “Show me what a good girl you are and swallow for me.”

I do, my throat working against his palm as I drink him down.

“All of it.”

His demand comes out as a low, dark rumble, sending an aftershock rippling through my core. I lick my lips, eager for every drop of him.

Swearing under his breath, he sweeps his thumb beneath my lower lip, then slides it into my mouth, feeding me what I missed.

When I pull my hand from my panties, he captures my wrist and raises my fingers to his mouth, sliding them inside. As heruns his tongue along each one, scraping the pads with his teeth, his eyes burning into mine, my arousal spikes.

Oh my god.

I just came, but I swear I could come again without much provocation.

Still hard, he stands and draws me up with him, taking my mouth in a hungry kiss, apparently unbothered by the taste of himself.

When we break apart, I sway on my feet.

“We’re not finished,” he says, voice still rough. “Unless you say no, I’m going to take you back into the bedroom and eat your perfect little pussy until you’re dripping all over my face. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard neither of us will remember who we are. For the next few hours, you’re going to give me all of this sweet, hot body and every orgasm I can take from it.” He tugs my head back, staring down at me with such intensity I can barely breathe. “And when you think you have nothing left to give, I’ll prove just how wrong you are.”

The sensible part of me, the one that’s been in control for so long, is screaming that this will only make things worse. But I silence it without a second thought. I’m going to enjoy Roman and everything he’s offering right now, and I’ll deal with the fallout later.

I go up on my toes, press my lips to his, and whisper, “Yes.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

CHLOE

Iknock on the door, and a heartbeat later, it flies open, and I’m wrapped in my best friend’s warm embrace.

“I’m so glad to see you!”

Lola ushers me through to the living room, where Christopher is lying on a yellow playmat with a giraffe teething ring clutched in his pudgy little hands.

“He’s grown so much.” Unable to resist, I pick him up to give him a cuddle.

Sighing, Lola sits in an armchair. “He’s growing like a weed. And he’s started solids, so his poop is…” she scrunches up her nose, “pungent.”

With a laugh, I sit on the couch to bounce him on my knees.

“I’m desperate to hear all about France,” Lola says. “But first, how’s your dad? Is the new medication working?”

Happy to delay my confession about my night—and flight—with Roman, I give her more details about Dad’s second infusion than she probably bargained for and tell her about my hesitant hopes that I’m seeing minor signs of improvement already.

I mention how helpful Carol has been, but when I start on Dad’s upcoming reassessment with his rheumatologist, Lola cuts in, clearly eager to move on.

“I’m so glad things are looking up for your dad. And you. But I’ve been patient enough. So spill. I want to hear about your trip. I’m still so jealous.”

My throat constricts, and I focus on Christopher’s delighted smile, willing my eyes to stop stinging. I refused to give her the details over the phone, but now that we’re face-to-face, I’m second-guessing that decision.

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