Page 43 of Forbidden Romeo

She makes everything feel a thousand times better.

I might need her right now more than I need to find Roisin.

“Lead the way.”

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Aimee seems nervous as she opens the door to her apartment as if expecting me to comment on her home. In truth, it may not be as large as the mansion or my own apartment or have a pool in the middle of it like Padraic’s hotel, but there’s a warmth to the space that I’ve never experienced in my own home.

I see it in the well-worn couch, the mismatched kitchen chairs. The sticky notes on the fridge, covered in hand-drawn hearts, and the novelty mugs that hang from the cup stand. There are so many tiny details that tell a story about the woman standing before me.

“This is me,” Aimee says lightly, but her eyes betray that she’s waiting for a reaction.

I merely smirk and stride toward her, enveloping her in my arms. “You have a beautiful home.”

“We can always go to a hotel or—”

I crush her lips with mine to cut her off.

She relaxes into me instantly, deepening the kiss with her tongue, and I pull her in tighter. Closer, yet not close enough.

The frustration builds quickly, and without warning, I lift her up.

She squeals playfully as she wraps her legs around me. “Jack! Put me down!”

“I’d rather not,” I reply, capturing her lips again.

The kiss becomes more desperate, almost feral. Aimee moves herself against my hips, trying to find some kind of friction.

Not close enough.

I take one step, then another. Never breaking the kiss but entirely focused on getting us to the couch. When we reach it, I throw her down unceremoniously, her legs hooking over the arms.

“I suppose that’s on me for not specifying that I wanted to be put down gently,” she huffs as I grin down at her. Appreciating the way she looks, lying there all flustered andwanting.

I reach out and grip her calves, pulling her flush against the sofa arm. “You want me to be gentle with you?”

I’m rewarded with a beautiful blush that colors her face. She bites her lip nervously, and from her expression alone, I know exactly how gentle she wants me to be.

But first, she needs to be wearing far fewer clothes. I remove her trousers deftly as she stares at me with her wide, doe-like eyes. Irresistible. I lift her leg up, gently kissing my way down. Every inch of skin my lips touch sends shocks of pure desire through my veins, and I can already feel my hardening cock push uncomfortably against my pants.

When I reach her inner thigh, it draws a soft gasp from her lips. Good, I want her to enjoy this as much as I know I will.

I yank her forward again, encouraging her to fold her legs over my shoulders as I hold her hips up. Allowing my hands to wander down to her perfect ass.

“Please, Jack… I–”

But I’m too impatient to listen to her beg. I’m too desperate to taste her. I push her panties to one side and begin my feast.

The effect on her is instant. Her back arches against the couch arm, and her legs tighten around my neck. Her body shudders with a wave of overwhelming delight.

I bury myself into her, lapping up her juices feverishly. I’m sure my fingers will leave bruises on her ass the way I’m gripping onto her to hold her in place.

A cry bursts out of her, and her eyes roll back as I suck harder, deeper into her core.

Her hands finally find purchase on my hair, and she clings to me desperately, pulling me closer still. As if I’m the only anchor to her building orgasm.

“That’s it,” I growl in between worshiping her with my tongue. “Good girl. Are you going to cum for me?”

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