Page 86 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

“I have a plan in the works to shake off Scarlett. I was trying to play it safe, but hearing you talk about quitting shook me out of these past three weeks of bad dreams.”

Roman’s gaze softened as he wiped away a stray tear from her cheek. “We’ll find a way, Olivia. I’ll figure out a plan to get us out of this mess, to protect you and give you the freedom you deserve. But first, I need you to trust me.”

Olivia nodded, a flicker of hope mingling with her tears. “I want to trust you, Roman. I want to believe that we can make things right.”

Roman tenderly cupped Olivia’s face, the moonlight bathing them in a soft glow. He pulled her closer, their bodies entwined, and their lips met in a long, slow, and intimate kiss.

“I’ve missed you,” Roman whispered. Without a word, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. Their bodies pressed against each other, the heat of their connection igniting a fire within.

At that moment, time seemed to cease, and their lips moved in perfect harmony, rediscovering the familiarity and tenderness they had once shared.

The world around them fades away as they lose themselves in the embrace, the outside noise muted by the depth of their connection.

Olivia pulled back. “Wanna come in?” she asked, her voice vulnerable.

“You…you forgive me?”

“I do.”

Roman’s heart skipped a beat at her invitation. Without hesitation, he scooped her up into his arms, carrying her across the threshold and into her bedroom. The door closed behind them.

With tenderness in his touch, Roman cradled Olivia’s face in his hands, his fingers caressing her cheeks.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered, inadoration. His lips descended on hers again.

“I’ve missed your smart little mouth, the way your hair tumbles around your face, and how utterly beautiful you are.”

Roman’s hands explored the curves of Olivia’s body, igniting a fire within them both.

Chapter 35

Shesteppedbacktotake him in; the dark trousers and a navy shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the fit emphasizing his muscular build and trim waist, the color setting off his tan and the blue of his eyes. He smelled like he had combed some product through his hair, taming the wild strands.

Olivia wet her suddenly dry lips and paused before him, pressing her palms into his chest before she could lose her nerve. Her body contracted beneath his touch.

Olivia paused again, taking a second to appreciate his scent, another his warmth, and then she dropped back, moving away as his arm locked around her, keeping her close.

“Are you sure of this?” Roman asked.

“Of course, I am.”

“You like playing with fire, don’t you?”

“Only when it’s fun.”

“Fun for who? You?”

“For the both of us.”

His eyes glittered, the pulse in his jaw twitched, and Roman pulled away before he could succumb to the urge burning through his very veins because all he wanted to do was kiss her. Kiss her and forget everything.

“Come here,” Olivia pulled him close, and suddenly she was crushed up against hot, hard muscle, a frisson of excitement rushing south.

“I’m all for it.”

He growled low in his chest, the rumble filtering through to her.

She kissed him harder, kissed him to mute her thoughts, kissed him to remind herself of what mattered right now…this.

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