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As I twirl her around, her giggles remind me of morning church bells chiming through quaint streets, taking me somewhere new and peaceful for the first time in my life. I can’t help but smile as I dip her, her back arching against my hand and my breath spilling onto the hollow of her neck. I place a tender kiss there, relishing the way her throat hitches.

“I’ve never seen you like this before,” she whispers, running her fingers through my hair. “Happy. Free.”

I tug her up, and she loops her arms around my neck. “I suppose that’s just the effect you have on me.”

She softens, her warm brown eyes growing glossy.

And just like that, I’m falling.

CHAPTER26

Madison

o o o

“Ithought this was important! Are you sure you want to leave early?” Despite my worry, I can’t control my smile as we dash out of the Rainbow Room and toward the elevators.

After more dancing and a quick, albeit successful, chat with Damon Reid, in which he agreed to invest in Sterling Holdings, Roman decided to tug me away from the gala with a hungry look in his eyes. He still wears it now as we travel down to the ground floor, and my thighs clench together on instinct.

“I’m positive.” He tugs me closer, and then we’re kissing again, his mouth hot and heavy and all-consuming. Over the lace, he palms my breasts and I gasp against the rough contact. “I don’t want to wait a second longer to have you.”

In the silver reflection, I catch sight of us melding together and my core begins to throb. We look so good. So right. His erection presses against my thigh, and I wish more than anything I wasn’t wearing a floor-length dress so he could take me then and there. He moves his mouth to my neck, latching onto me like a man possessed.

“God, Roman.” I can’t breathe, can’t think. For the first time, it feels real between us, like we’re not just chasing thrills and pleasure. He wants me. He danced with me in front of the whole room, spent the night showing me off as his wife.

“I won’t be able to wait until we get home.”

“Then don’t,” I plead. “There’s plenty of room in the back of your fancy limo, right?”

A wicked grin curls across his features, his piercing eyes bright with excitement. “Now there’s an idea.”

The elevator dings its ground floor arrival, and relief shatters through me. Without warning, he tugs me out and into the lobby. Our footfalls are quick and frantic as we rush outside, me giggling when he lifts me down from the set of steps. More photographers snap our pictures, but I can’t find it in me to pay attention. All I care about is him.

The sight of the parked limo leaves my nerve endings tight and sparking. My stomach burns at the thought of him filling me up on those leather seats, whispering my name again and again. I don’t have to fantasize for long. He holds the door open and helps me into the backseat like a gentleman. Once he’s in, he orders the driver to take the long route home before putting up the screen to give us privacy.

And then he’s unzipping his pants and yanking me onto his lap. Gasping, I yank up my heavy satin skirt, my knees planted on either side of his hips. He grazes my clit as he rips my panties out of the way, and I let out a cry without meaning to.

“So sensitive. So needy,” he murmurs against my throat. “All for me?”

I use the rear window as support as the car rounds a corner, the Rockefeller disappearing into the distance. I spot a flash of silver light in the night, the last photograph, and can only hope it wasn’t of us.

It’s hard to care when his cock is straining against me.

“It’s all for you.” I free it from his briefs, wrapping my hand around his thick length until his head falls back.

“Don’t. Don’t play with me. I want to be inside you now, Madison.” His voice is dangerous, the words spoken like a deadly warning.

I wish I had the will power to tease. To make him beg. But I need him, too, and we’re on borrowed time. I line him up and sink onto his cock with a whimper, my walls stretching to accommodate his size. God, it feels better every time, like we fit just right.

“Fuck,” he breathes shakily, his eyes locking on mine. The car jolts, and me with it, and he grits his teeth against the thrust. I can’t help but let out a throaty laugh.

“Well, this could get interesting.”

Supporting my back with the palm of his hand, he licks his front teeth. “Always is with you, baby.”

He growls as I circle my hips, carefully at first and then with more vigour. The city merges into a blur of lights and shadows in the rear window, leaving my stomach swooping as though I’m flying over the skyscrapers. His fingers bury into my ass cheeks, forcing me to match a quicker pace until he’s thrusting, too, both of us caught in a frenzy of our own pleasures together.

“Oh my God.” The words leave me in a hoarse cry as I fling my head back, spine arching. My thighs are trembling, and my stomach, too, as my entire body draws tight with the promise of climax. It’s like nothing I've ever felt before. I feel like an animal rutting against him, desperate and wild and primal.

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