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“I can’t turn down an offer that good.” He swung his leg the rest of the way across my body and sat up, then scooted closer.

I slid my hands along his thighs and opened my mouth, staring up at him. Elias hooked his teeth over his bottom lip as he teased my mouth with his cockhead.

The heady taste of his precum forced a growl from my chest. I opened wider and relaxed my throat as he teased his cock in and out of my mouth. I wasn’t sure if the teasing was more for his pleasure or mine, but I liked it a hell of a lot.

Within minutes, Elias found a steady rhythm as he gripped the headboard and fucked my face.

“Jesus, Roman. Look at you.” A bead of sweat trickled down Elias’s neck. I wanted to lick it, but my mouth was busy.

“You feel so good. God, so good.” Elias tilted his head back and pinched his nipples as he sat back on the full length of myfinger. His dark eyes gleamed when he angled his head back to face me. “Want me to pull off?”

I managed a small shake without dropping him from my mouth. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he unabashedly chased his pleasure.

Elias grinned. “Want a taste of that too, huh? It’s better than Santa’s milk and cookies.”

I groaned at the terrible joke and teased a finger around the sensitive skin of his hole, which caused him to shoot. His knees squeezed my chest as his dick spurted into my mouth. Elias rode out his orgasm, beautiful in the throes of pleasure. I knew that vision would haunt my dreams for weeks to come. He twitched and pulled himself out of my mouth before ungracefully dropping next to me on the bed. He damn near starfished on his back, draping part of an arm and leg on me.

“I expected it to taste like peppermint.” I smacked my lips.

“It doesn’t?”

“More like gingerbread.”

He turned his head toward me. “That was fun.” His tone was light, but I heard the undercurrent of nervousness.

I wasn’t about to kick him out or make things weird. We were consensual adults who had a good time together. It didn’t need to be more than that.Yeah right, I thought, as I dragged my fingers along the soft skin of his hip.

“It was. I wish I could dive into a round two like I could ten years ago.”

Elias’s lips turned up into a wide smile. “Me too.”

“How about reheating that pasta instead? You worked up an appetite.”

Before Elias could reply, Carol trotted into the room, her head bouncing above the horizon of the bed. She jumped onto it at our feet and settled in.

Elias’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Thought you don’t let her on your bed.”

I narrowed my eyes and glared at her. “I don’t.”

“Sure.” He patted my stomach.

Chapter 20

Roman

“You’re in a good mood today.”

I peeled my eyes away from the admin work on my computer to level an unamused stare at Anisha. “What about me frowning at my monitor tells you I’m in a good mood?”

She set my mug on my desk, full of coffee again. I’d been so focused on paperwork that I hadn’t noticed her snag it for a refill.

“You look about thirty percent less constipated. For you, that’s downright giddy.”

I picked up my mug. “Am not.”

She pointed to the addition on my desk. “Andyou decorated.”

I snorted. “A single nutcracker doesn’t mean I’ve decorated. There’s nothing Christmas about it. He’s wearing scrubs.”

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