Page 64 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

Olivia moaned, her legs shaking as the bolt of heat rocketed down to her core. Their eyes met in the glass again.

“You are stunning,” he said.

She nodded and swallowed. She felt stunning, she realized, for the first time in her life.

Olivia turned, desperate to see him and fill him in as soon as possible. She pushed and tugged away at his suit, her hands clumsy in haste.

“Hold on, I’ll get it,” he said, stepping back and laughing a little and then shrugged off his jacket and pulled his shirt over his head, the buttons popping.

Good lord, even Olivia had to stop for a moment, and her eyes ran over his form and muscled chest; a sprinkling of dark hair spread over muscled packs, an arrow dove of hair drove down to his growing bulge, hinting of more promises beneath.

“You’re not bad yourself,” she whispered. His trousers did nothing to hide his stiffness.

“I want you inside me,” she said before she could control herself.

Olivia’s hands flew over her mouth in horror.

Good lord, did she just say that out loud?

She could feel her ears starting to burn in embarrassment.

Roman pulled her against him, fingers plowing through her hair, making the black silk flutter to the floor, and her hair bounced down.

“I intend to be,” he said, “and soon, darling.”

His mouth covered hers in another gut-wrenching kiss.

Chest hair tickled her nipples while his tongue fought possessively in her mouth to claim and devour.

He was kissing her breathless and senseless, unlike any man she had ever been with.

She moaned against the overwhelming sensations and trailed unsteady fingers down the smooth hair on his abdomen to the heat and length of his stiffness, feeling it against her palm through the soft fabric of his shorts.

He grabbed her hands, shifting away,

“Let’s get into bed before I do something embarrassing,” he said, stepping out of his Armani boxer shorts.

Olivia’s gaze lingered on his magnificent erection; the sight of him standing ready made my breath hitch in my throat.

“I hope your condoms are extra large,” she said, only half-joking.

“Don’t worry,” he said, laughing and tumbling into bed, pulling her along.

The material was so soft that she sank inside with him. With his legs, he pivoted, powerfully pinning her to the bed.

“I’m always prepared.”

He caught her lips again, his tongue insistently tangling with hers deliciously as his hands slowly explored every curve and crevice of her body, making her beg for more.

Roman’s hands caressed her breasts, kneading her hips; he moved his hips away for a moment to pull the thong down her legs, and as his lips came back to hers, insistent fingers in the middle of her heat.

His fingers found her clitoris, and he pushed back and forth in erratic patterns, feeling out places she’d never felt before, causing her to shake.

She jerked and pooled into his fingers, which prodded the ecstasy out of her.

It wouldn't be until much later before Olivia realized how she’d writhed and groaned against him, her body craving more yet feeling overwhelmed; the minutes seemed like seconds when she flooded into his hands.

“That was amazing,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

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