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My eyes close, and my head drops back on his shoulder as he takes over my body, offering a pleasure I can’t and don’t want to deny either of us. I’m on fire waiting for him to make the next move; instead, he whispers in my ear, “The only way anyone will see us is if they have binoculars.”

“Take me, Roman. Make me yours, please.” I don’t care how needy I sound.

“You need to know, I’ll never use a condom. I’ve never gone bare before, never wanted to, but with you, with us, I need us like we were intended. Nothing between us. Never.” I can only nod; I seem to have lost my voice.

“Good girl.” I love when he praises me.

His body heat disappears as I feel him pull my hips back and shove my legs apart. I don’t get a chance to wonder what he’s doing as his strong hands grasp my ass in his palms, and his tongue lathes a path down my ass to my responsive, swollen nether lips. Gasping, my body sways forward. I was ready, but not. I’ve been on edge since last night, and I’m finally getting him where I want him.

“Need to make sure you’re ready,” he grumbles between licks. Dropping my head against the cool glass, I watch him from the reflection, and I think I get wetter because he groans and latches onto my clit, sucking until I scream.

It’s good, so good. Too good. I ache from trying to clench onto something that isn’t there. I want to be stuffed full of him. He laps at me mercilessly, like a starving man. A dying man. Working a finger into my pussy, he pumps a few times before adding a second, and the stretch and burn make me groan, needing more.

“More, Roman, please more.” Quivering, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay on my feet for much longer. “Oh God, Roman, I’m going to…going…to…come.” Wailing this time, I feel his husky chuckle as my body seizes and explodes into a million tiny stars. Luckily, he catches me before I fall.

Slowly, he rises to his feet, my heart still hammering in my chest, and he snugs up close, guiding his cock to my entrance, and just like everything else, he slams his way home.

I bite my lip to restrict my outcry. He’s so thick, so rigid; I’m filled up with no room for more. The burning sensation is almost more than I can bear as he seals his chest to my back, our hearts pounding in rhythm together.

Waves of heat pulse through me as he begins ramming deep inside before pulling out, taking so much from me and giving me even more. His thrusts are harsh, uneven, punishing, and god,god, I want more.

“Hurt me, Roman.”What is wrong with me?I don’t get time to think because, soon, he’s fucking me like I’m his dirty good girl. He’s wild. Primal. Animalistic and completely feral.

And I still want more. Always more.

Until finally, I feelit. My head buzzes and swims with my impending orgasm. “Fucking give it to me, dirty girl. Come with me.” His demand sends me over the edge of the abyss.

He’s relentless. My teeth clack together with every thrust until I’m screaming so loud my throat is raw. His mouth latches onto the tendon in my neck and shoulder, and he stills, deep inside my pussy.

I feel an intense warmth as he releases every drop of semen inside me that is rushing to leave his body. Helpless and pinned, I allow it all to wash over me—the pleasure, the words of praise, the undying notion that this is where I belong.

Where we belong.

CHAPTER10

Roman

Lying in bed, the clock flashes after midnight, but neither of us is tired. We should be after the number of times we fucked, then made love. I never understood the difference until Valentine. When we finally made it to the bed, it got slower…hotter. The frenzy had worn off. I spent hours appreciating every curve, every little mole, each spot that made her moan or giggle.

“So, are you going to explain the jeans and t-shirt?” she inquires.

About twenty minutes ago, Valentine crawled out of bed and decided to put her new clothes away. A thrill shot up my spine to see her hauling bags in here and making herself at home in my walk-in closet.

“If you try on the peach dress.” I don’t know what it is about her in the airy pastel colors, but she’s stunning.

“Fine, but start explaining.” I hear some rustling and sit up in bed.

“I was working in construction when my mom met Ethan. I always knew it was what I wanted to do when I got older, and it would pay to put me through college at some point.” It’s still shocking to me how quickly Ethan stepped up for me, even with how much of a dick I was. “When it came time to graduate high school, he asked why I wasn’t applying to universities. I was embarrassed, but I explained.”

Her head pops out. “Ethan paid for you to go, didn’t he?” It’s not hard to figure that out.

“It was more than that. He knew the dean and admissions people at a local college and made some calls, got me in, paid the tuition; then once I graduated, he handed me a million dollars to start my own company. I’d taken all the courses, had the experience. He knew I could do it beforeIdid.”

A dreamy expression crosses her face, and my eyes narrow. “Are you crushing on him?” I growl the words, about to climb off the bed again and take her from behind in the closet.

“No, Roman, I’m crushing on you because I’m so glad you had that kind of support.” She ducks back in, and I relax against the pillows. “Keep going!” I hear something clatter to the ground. “Just a hanger,” she says before I can move or ask.

“I went ahead and started hunting properties. Researching banks, financing. I had connections already because I worked all through college.”

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