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I smile sleepily and nod, “That’s a good idea, or I’m going to end up falling asleep where I am, and I desperately need to get all this grime off me.”

Chapter Fourteen

Rome smiles and watches as I go around all of the others to say goodnight, giving them kisses and correctly assuming that I’m going to be sleeping in Rome’s room tonight. I need some cuddles and just to be held right now. I’m so damn tired, and judging from the yawns that they’re all repressing and their sluggish movements, they’re all feeling the same.

“Try not to fall asleep before you’ve got some painkillers in you, Koroleva, or you’re just going to end up waking up in pain to take them soon anyway, and we all need to get some proper rest,” Rome warns me as I leave the room.

Now usually, I’d say something fantastically witty in response because that’s who I am, I am the self-proclaimed queen of witty comebacks, but I can’t get it up as it were right now, so instead, I just wave my hand absently behind me and give a sideways thumbs up which I’m hoping he understands as you got it, I’m going to do as you’ve suggested. Judging from his quiet chuckle and the ones coming from the others, I think it's reasonably safe to assume that he’s got the message.

The stairs seem twice as long as they were this morning, and I don’t think I realised quite how fucking tired I was, but I really am exhausted. I think, at this point, I’m going to be lucky if I don’t fall asleep in the shower. I mean, I know that we’ve been awake for a while, having such an early start this morning and then everything else that happened, but I didn’t really expect it to hit me this hard. Of course, we have been pushing ourselves hard for a while now, and it was bound to catch up with me eventually. All I need is a really good night's sleep, one that I can wake up from myself and not be woken up from.

There’s no immediate threat to us or to anyone else that we care about right now. There is nothing that we need to deal with right now or even tomorrow. We don’t even really need to go to Rip’s grandparent's place tomorrow if we’re too tired; I know for a fact that they won’t mind if we take another day. They are all more than aware of how hard it is that we’ve been working and what we’ve accomplished, and actually, the more I think about it, the more sure I am that I’ll make the suggestion to Rome when he comes to bed that we’ll put off securing Rip’s place until the day after. We need a proper rest day, especially if there’s a chance that there could be someone that poses a threat and still supports Rip’s parents there.

So far, none of the other staff members have seemed to hold any loyalty toward the parent heirs, but from the way that Rip was talking and the fact that he thinks it’s a concern in the first place, something tells me that Rip’s parent's staff aren’t going to be the same, and because of that we need to make sure that we are one-hundred percent on our game, and not running on empty.

Of course, in order to tell Rome any of that, I have to stay awake, and it’s only now that I’m realising that while I was searching for clean underwear and a big shirt to sleep in and rummaging around in my bag, which is somehow already in the room that Rome told me to go in to shower, I’ve actually ended up standing up leaning against the wall with my head, and with my eyes closed.

I force them to widen as I grab underwear and one of Rome’s shirts that I know for certain is clean and then head for the shower. I really need to stay awake just long enough for me to tell Rome my concerns about going to Rip’s place tomorrow, which is why I turn the shower on cold and strip sluggishly out of my clothes before bracing myself and stepping under the cold spray of water.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s mother fucking cold,” I curse out loud, even though I’m the one that made the shower cold in the first place.

It does its job though, and I feel more awake than I did, only slightly more awake but awake enough that I can finish the shower without falling asleep and drowning, which is a bonus, and I can also hopefully talk to Rome before I go to sleep too.

I wait for a few seconds longer just to make sure that I’ll actually stay awake before I switch the water to warm so that I can wash properly. I end up having the fastest shower of my life as I practically throw on my pj's and then stumble into the room. I lie down on the bed, pulling the comforter over me, and then turn to stare at the door waiting for Rome to come to bed.

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I don’t know who I thought I was kidding last night, but I think I only stared at the door for a few seconds waiting for Rome before I fell asleep. I was so tired that I don’t even remember falling asleep, and I certainly don’t remember Rome coming to bed and wrapping himself around me, and I’m usually very aware of that sort of thing. I’ve had to be in the past, and it’s something that’s stayed with me.

I’m still not ready to wake up properly; I’m too comfortable and too warm, wrapped in Rome’s arms, his hard chest against my back, his hand cupping my boob like he usually does because somehow, even in his sleep, his hand always ends up there and I actually find it quite comforting which is weird. I shift, scooting backward slightly, which has two consequences, the first being that my nipple rubs against the palm of Rome’s hand and sends little zings of pleasure straight to my clit, the second being that I can now feel Rome’s very hard dick pressed against my ass and I suddenly don’t want to sleep anymore.

My wriggling has obviously woken up Rome because I suddenly find myself pinned under his very hard and utterly tempting body. He did it so smoothly and so quickly that I just stare up at him with wide eyes, kind of unsure how we got in this position and completely turned on, as he smirks down at me, his hands on either side of my head, as his hips press against mine his boxer covered dick rubbing against my clit and I can’t help but move my hips against him, making his eyes blaze with heat as he leans forward and kisses me deeply.

I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer to me as my nails scratch his back, making him moan, and he nips my lip in retribution, sending my need for him even higher. The thin pieces of fabric separating us are driving me wild; he’s so close to where I want him.

His lips leave mine as he pushes back slightly and moves my shirt up my body agonizingly slowly; he doesn’t bother taking it off completely as he exposes one of my boobs and immediately sucks my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around as he bites down gently. My hips jerk upwards at the sensation as my climax begins to build, and I reach down, bending slightly awkwardly so that I can reach his dick, gripping firmly I pump my hand as his hips jerk, and another wave of pleasure crashes through me as his hand moves down my stomach his fingers parting my folds as he pumps two fingers inside me his fingers curling and hitting that magic spot that makes a loud moan escape me, and my hips thrust desperate for more, his fingers speed up as my hand does the same, our moans filling the space around us.

Rome’s mouth releases my nipple with a pop, and as he moves up my body, his mouth crashing against mine heatedly, his dick lining up against my entrance, my hips lift, silently begging for him as he moves inside me excruciatingly slowly, I don’t want slow. I want hard and fast, but his slow pace is pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My nails dig into his back before scratching downwards and grabbing his ass; damn, he’s got a fucking nice ass.

He growls against my lips, his fingers rolling my nipple as he pinches slightly, the speed of his thrusts increasing, making us both groan in pleasure. We move together as I meet him, thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his pert ass and making him moan.

His eyes are practically blazing with heat as he stares down at me like I am the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Before he buries his head in my neck and bites down, sending me careening over the edge and into an epic orgasm that is so good, I swear I black out for a second as my back arches, and I call out Rome’s name. He follows soon after and collapses on top of me, holding most of his weight off me.

“I love you,” he whispers into my neck, where his face is still partially buried.

My heart soars as I hold him closer, “I love you too.”

My eyes start to feel heavy again as our breathing evens out. I’m vaguely aware of Rome shifting, and I’m assuming he is disposing of the condom before he settles back down, curling himself around me, and I quickly find myself drifting back to sleep. We’re in no rush to do anything today.

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When I wake up again, I feel a hell of a lot more refreshed, and like I’ve slept for a really long time which I must’ve; the sun was up the last time that we woke up, and then we went back to sleep so it has to be even later in the day now. Rome’s hand running lightly up and down my back as my head rests on his chest is the only indication that he’s awake.

“Morning,” I say, my voice rough from sleep.

“Afternoon, Koroleva,” Rome replies, a smile in his voice.

I sit up and look down at him as my stomach chooses that moment to make a loud grumbling noise, and I needlessly say, “I’m starving, like I could eat my bodyweight in food, and maybe yours too, and coffee; I need coffee.”

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