his cock with an exploratory hand had him in danger of swaying. It was only the promise of her wetting her lips that kept him pinned in place.
“Your cock is ridiculous.” She gave him another stroke. “There isn’t another word. Just ridiculous.”
He tried to laugh, but the sound came out strangled. “Thanks?”
“You’re welcome, but seriously, with you packing this around, it’s no wonder you’re an arrogant ass.” She flicked her tongue along the underside. “You’ve gone down on me like a dozen times in the last few days and I haven’t had you in my mouth even once.”
“Show me.”
She gave him a saucy smile and then his cock was between her lips. Allie sucked him down, down, down, until he bumped the back of her throat. Roman gripped the counter, using every ounce of self-control he had to keep from moving other than to brace his legs a little wider.
She took the move as an invitation and cradled his balls with one hand while she kept sucking him. Just when he thought he couldn’t take another second of it, she released him. But Allie wasn’t done. She gripped him around the base of his cock with her free hand and licked him like he was her favorite flavor of lollipop. That evil, wonderful tongue of hers damn near made his eyes roll back in his head. “Fuck, Allie.”
“We’re about to.”
* * *
Allie barely got the words out before Roman was on her. He paused long enough to pull a condom out of a candy bowl she hadn’t noticed before and then he was between her thighs, his cock sliding home. He cradled her head with one of his big hands, saving her from knocking herself silly against the hardwood floor with the strength of his thrusts.
It was...brutal. There was no other word to describe the way he moved over her—in her.
She loved every single second of it.
She was the reason he’d lost control.
Allie clung to him, rising in time with his strokes. “I should give you head more often.”
“Every single goddamn day.” He kissed her, which was just as well because she didn’t have a response to that. Every day sounded a whole lot like time after they left West Island. Allie couldn’t promise him that. He knew she couldn’t promise him that.
She kissed him back with everything she had. Their limited time only made the whole thing hotter—or that was what Allie told herself as Roman rolled them. She slammed down onto him without missing a beat, leaning back to brace herself on his big thighs. The man was a monster in the best way possible. The wood floor bit into her knees, but the faint pain only spiked her pleasure higher. She bent down and kissed him without throwing off their rhythm. Yesyesyesyesyes.
“After this. Bed.”
“Yes.”
Roman palmed the back of her head and pressed a hand to the small of her back, effectively caging her. He thrust up, fucking her from below while she was helpless to do anything but take it. Allie took his mouth even as he took her pussy, the pleasure so intense there was no holding out. She came with a cry that he ate down, her legs shaking from the strength of her orgasm. He followed her over the edge with a curse, his rough grip at odds with the sheer pleasure written across his face.
They lay there for several long moments before he shifted her to the side. She gave a small cry of surprise as he climbed to his feet, lifting her into his arms in the process. “What are you doing?”
“We might not be too old to fuck on wood floors, but it’s hell on the back.” He shifted her and pressed a soft kiss to each of her knees. “And on you.”
“Totally worth it.”
“Without a doubt.” He chuckled. “We’ll call the bed a nice change of pace.”
But he wasn’t going to the bed. He turned left inside the bedroom and walked through the doorway leading into the bathroom. It was similar to the two in her villa, but the coloring was all soft grays and a bright blue that reminded her of the ocean surrounding the island. The tiled walk-in shower was large enough to fit ten people, with two sunflower showerheads and a bench that made her think filthy thoughts despite the exhaustion that broke over her in a wave.
Allie lay her head against his shoulder. “I should get back.”
“I don’t think so.” He set her on the bench. “It’s late, and it’s dark, and I promise to let you get some sleep tonight if you stay.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Some sleep?”
Roman turned on the water and shot her a look. “You can’t honestly expect me to have you in my bed and keep my hands to myself.”
“God forbid.” She stood and ducked under the closest showerhead. The water was the perfect temperature, and Allie let herself just be for a few seconds. She could hear Roman washing himself, and as tempting as it was to watch, her thoughts kept her feet rooted in place. He wants to know me.
The thought shouldn’t scare the shit out of her. Roman was gorgeous and successful and... It would never work. Irreconcilable differences about summed them up. Those differences might not matter while they were on West Island, but they would be glaringly obvious when they got back to New York. He was a rich...whatever the hell he was...and she was having to rob Peter to pay Paul and make ends meet. They lived in two different worlds.
They always had.
He’d grown up rich with distant parents. Her heart ached a little for the boy he must have been. So alone. In that, at least, there was a thread of similar experiences. The main difference was that Allie would have given anything for her parents to be gone and leave her alone. Well, her father at least. She shuddered.
“It’s okay.” His arms slid around her from behind. She tensed, waiting for him to ask what was wrong, but Roman just turned her to face him and held her closer. Comforting her without prying.
Even though she knew better, Allie clung to him. She wasn’t weak for wanting to lean on someone for just a few seconds. It’s so hard being strong all the time. I don’t know if I can take it. I’m about to fail, and when I do, I’m going to take so many women down with me. Words pressed against the inside of her lips, all her worries and fears that she never gave voice to bubbling up inside her. She clamped her mouth shut and buried her face against his shoulder.
No matter how good the sex, or how wonderful he seemed to be, she couldn’t afford to forget what Roman’s ultimate goal was—the gym and shelter. He might have shelved his ambition temporarily, but that was all it was. Temporary. Spilling her fears would just give him ammunition later.
What if he could actually help?
He can’t. No one can.
Worse, his version of help might be to sell the damn thing out from underneath her. It wasn’t as easy as that, but once she started missing bills, it opened a door she couldn’t close. If she didn’t figure something out, and fast, she wouldn’t have any choice at all in the matter. I need a plan...a better plan than just pushing forward and hoping for the best.
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