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“So are you,” she said.

Another tight laugh. “I’m one scarred specimen.”

She pressed a kiss to his collarbone, letting her tongue caress his flesh.

“You are incredible,” he breathed.

His nose flared with his breath, and his hands were so large as they lifted to hold her hips, but she wriggled free, dipping to take her desired tour of his body. She kissed every ink, every little scar. It was her turn to take control.

She told him how beautiful he was, how strong and sexy, and relished every groan he gave, every flex of his fingers, his body, as he succumbed to the pleasure she gave.

She reached the waistband to his trousers and rose, her fingers making light work of the button there, the zip too. She shimmied them away. His socks too. He grabbed her hands, hoisting himself above her, pinning her arms tightly.

His eyes were dark and hungry, his smile carnal, and she didn’t wait; she was too eager to please, too eager to watch his face change as she slid the flimsy fabric down her hips.

“Olivia. You are…you are going to be the death of me.”

“I hope not, because I want this to last the whole night.”

His laugh was gruff.

“Never mind me.” She eyed his briefs. “I’m waiting.”

Roman pulled them off, the move so quick she squealed when he came at her, his hands on her waist as he pulled up the bed with him.

He bowed his head to kiss her, her lashes fluttering closed as she wrapped her legs around his hips and positioned him just where she wanted him.

‘I want you, Olivia, so much I don’t know what to do with myself.”

He reached out for the condom and rose, his eyes on hers as he sheathed himself and gritted his teeth against the rush within. Slowly he lowered himself over her, careful to keep his weight on his elbows as he kissed her, loving how she matched him move for move, her legs hooking around his hips, moving him against her.

Then quite suddenly, he thrust into her. He was deep inside her before she knew it, and she welcomed him, warm, tight, and incredibly moist.

She groaned, holding him by the shoulder as he moved in an urgent rhythm.

The blood rushed through his ears and his core, and his ability to breathe was lost as she offered him everything he could want. She cried his name in sweaty ecstasy.

He lifted her, and she hooked her legs around his waist, their lips melding back together as though they’d never get enough. He backed her up against the bed, pushing inside her; she quaked, trembled, and heaved.

He called out her name, completely lost and found in her.

After they were both completely spent, they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

Chapter 36

Olivia’salarmbuzzedsoftly,stirring them awake.

“You were incredible last night,” Roman whispered, pressing a soft kiss on Olivia’s cheek as he nuzzled her awake. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open and a smile spreading across her face.

“You were pretty amazing too,” she replied, her voice still sleepy. But as her eyes met Roman’s, her expression grew serious. “But what do we do about Scarlett?”

Roman sighed, his fingers brushing against his stubbled chin. “I already reached out to my lawyer. He’s asking around, trying to gather information and find a way to counter her threats, which I already filled him in. I also showed him where to look. I should hear from him soon,” he explained, a faint frown on his face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, sensing there was something else that caused the shift in Roman’s mood.

“You might not want to see it. It’s nasty.”

“Is it from Scarlett?”

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