Page 51 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

Today, he’d picked her up, calling her beautiful, and asked what she felt about kissing him. Her face was on fire as she stormed into the car, and he’d laughed, calling her a nun.

Now, with a sudden surge of confidence, she grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, her voice low. “I’ll show you who’s the nun.”

Their lips met in a passionate embrace, the world around them fading into a blur as they lost themselves in the electrifying moment. The cameras clicked furiously, capturing the latest couple in town.

Moments later, they pulled away, breathless and slightly disheveled, their eyes locked in a fiery gaze. Roman’s voice was husky as he broke the silence. “So, this may be a little too soon but my place or yours?”

The past few days had been a whirl of outrageous decisions; what was one more?

A mischievous smile tugged at Olivia’s lips as she leaned in, her voice smoky.

“Mine.”

Cameras flashed as Roman hoisted her up and away from the party.

“There’s our publicity,” Roman whispered, nuzzling her.

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“This is unhinged, what we’re doing,” she was already out of breath even as she reached to run her fingers through his hair and pull him close for another ravenous kiss.

They were in her living room, the door barely shut.

She felt lightheaded, like she was swooning. Every feel of his strong body and hungry fingers against warm flesh sent tremors and quivers out of her–she was hyper-aware of him.

“I didn’t plan for this.”

“The best things in life are unplanned,” he dragged his lips to hers.

“I woke up with this ridiculous thought of resisting you. I even planned my standoffish face,” her words were coming in quick, helpless gasps now.

With one swift, practiced motion, Roman pulled the gown down to her waist.

His blood went from hot to boiling at her sharp intake of breath at the sudden intimacy.

Those huge brown eyes watching him, waiting for his command, sent more heat around his body. Had he ever reacted to a woman so instantaneously?

“Don’t overthink this.”

He trailed kisses from her neck, dipping to the curve on her shoulders as she moaned and muttered something unintelligible.

He found the zip and undid the rest of the gown, his fingers fumbling hurriedly now.

He was going to rip it off if he couldn’t get it off quick enough. This woman was driving him mad.

He pulled her even closer, inhaling her scent; Roman pulled back and watched her eyes glaze over with a ragged moan as he called her name.

He traced his thumbs appreciatively over her navel, molding her body as he went along, forcing himself to slow down, to breathe.

Her hands found his hips, struggling to undo his pants even as she tilted her head backward, offering him whatever he wanted.

She was covered in a sheen of sweat; Olivia never felt as exhilarated as she did in her life, like right now.

“You’re like a drug I can’t get enough of.”

“I want you, so much that I feel myself slipping into insanity,” he scooped her up and kicked the door open with his foot, laying her gently on the bed.

He paused to drink in the sight of her; filigree lace molded her curves delicately; she shuddered under his intense gaze.

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