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  Focus, Roman, focus.

  I gently pushed her out of reach of my mouth. “You’re going to have to stop that if I’m going to think clearly.”

  “Oh.” She frowned. “You have a girlfriend?”

  “No.”

  “Wife?”

  “Fuck, no.”

  She let out a sigh. “Then you really shouldn’t have to think this hard. You either want to or not.” She tried to pull away.

  I pinned her to the bar with my body to stop her from leaving.

  Why was I being such a limp dick? Why was I hesitating on taking this gorgeous woman home and doing all the dirty things I wanted to with her. I never fucking hesitated.

  Because I was leaving tomorrow. Usually, I wouldn’t care about setting expectations, but I wanted to be straight up with her. I was hesitating because it already felt like more than just a night club hookup. Because we shared something earlier today. Fuck, we were sharing something now, even if it was as simple as lust at first sight. It already felt like more. I already knew I would think of her on the plane on the way to London. I’d remember her name—I never remembered names. I’d recall the way she smelled, and the taste of her and all those little details. She needed to know this.

  “I think…that maybe there’s something I need to tell you before we continue.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “Sounds serious. Should I sit down?” she asked with a light note in her voice.

  “I don’t live here. I live in London. I came home for a funeral. I’m flying out tomorrow night, so…”

  Her shoulders sank a little. Her disappointment tasted almost as strong as mine. “We would only have tonight,” she finished for me.

  I let out a breath. “And now you have all the facts …” Well, not all the facts.

  I studied her face for a reaction, feeling like my heart was on a knife’s edge. Why did I care so much how she would react? She tilted her head, watching me as she chewed on her lip.

  “What are you thinking?” I blurted out. “You can tell me.”

  She released her lip along with a breath. “I’m not sure, with you, if a night would be enough…”

  I groaned and tucked her into my arms. Her hair smelled like the vanilla cookies my mother used to bake. “I know what you mean.”

  “What time do you leave Verona?” Her voice vibrated against my chest.

  “Ten p.m. tomorrow night.”

  “Which gives us less than twenty-four hours to try to make it…enough.”

  I pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were shiny with fear and exhilaration. “Really?” I asked. “Would one night be enough?”

  She swallowed. “I don’t know. I just know I want…you.”

  She wanted me. Not my surname. Not my money. Not my reputation, or my family’s power. Not for a walk on the wild side, or a chance to brag that she’d fucked a Tyrell.

  Just…me.

  I slid my fingers into hers. Electricity ran up my arm and into my body, kicking my heart into a racing pace. “Let’s get out of here.”

  8

  ____________

  Julianna

  “My hotel’s only a minute away,” Roman said, as we walked the quiet streets, lit by watery streetlights. His shoulder brushed against mine again, and another rush of heat flooded through me.

  “That’s what you said five minutes ago,” I said. I glanced over to him, eager to discreetly study his stunning lines again. He was already staring at me, a sexy half-smirk on his beautiful lips. He half-stepped, half-turned towards me, and I bumped into him. In the dimness between streetlights, he grabbed my face in his hands and swooped his lips onto mine. Ignoring the passerbys, we kissed, hungry and desperate, hands and tongues, bodies pressing into each other as my insides burned and my core ached. Everything was spinning. I didn’t even have a single drink. What the hell was happening to me?

  He groaned as I pushed him away, my body screaming at me to find his mouth again, the other part screaming at me to hurry up to his hotel room so I could put his mouth to work on other needier parts of me. “At this rate, we won’t get to your hotel room,” I complained half-heartedly. I wasn’t kidding.

  “Whose fault is that?” he said, his hands still roaming my body, threatening to tip me over into a full-blown distraction.

  “Yours. Stop kissing me like that—”

  “Stop being so kissable.”

  “—and touching me like that.”

  “Stop being so sexy.”

  Damn him and his perfect comebacks. “It’s taken us almost twenty minutes to get three stupid blocks.”

  He looked down at me, his top lip pulled up in a half-smirk so adorable I almost lunged for him again. “I have a solution.”

  “You do?”

  He picked me up around the waist and hoisted me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. My world tipped upside down. Air flitted up my skirt. I let out a scream. “Put me down. My ass is showing.”

  “Holy sweet Jesus.”

  “What?”

  “It’s a sensational ass.” He pressed his palm across the area where the backs of my thighs met my ass. The warmth of his hand sent tingles all through the insides of me. “What are you doing?” I gasped.

  “Trying to preserve your modesty.”

  “What?”

  “I’m holding your skirt down. No one is allowed to look at this magnificent ass except me.”

  “Take your hand off me.”

  He grunted. “Okay then. It’s your fault if I have to kill someone for staring.”

  He released me. The wind took this opportunity to blow up my legs. I felt my skirt lift and cold air on my ass. I let out a yelp.

  He let out a groan. “You’re wearing red lacy underwear?” His voice came out tight, almost pained. “Please tell me the bra matches.”

  The wind was obviously on his side because it blew my skirt up again. “Ok, ok. Put your hand back.”

  “I’m confused. Did you want my hand on your ass or—”

  “Put your damn hand back.”

  He chuckled. The low vibration went right through me. “My pleasure.”

  This time his hand pressed right on my ass, his large palm feeling like it was encasing both cheeks. I knew he had shifted his hand higher on purpose. I felt the tips of his fingers dig in a little, like a cat testing its claws. Holy shit. My core had turned into one of those globes filled with electricity you see in magic shops, and the sparks were following his hands.

  He began to walk, my body swaying gently in time with his gait. From this angle, I had a wonderful view of his ass. Dear God, it was a glorious ass, round and firm and so slappable. I let my body relax over him in submission as he carried me like a conquest to his hotel. Even the feminist in me shut the hell up.

  “You have no idea what I’m going to do to this ass when I get you alone,” he said.

  “Why don’t you tell me?” I replied in a voice I barely recognized. All the blood was rushing to my head, making me dizzy.

  “I’m going to bend you over, peel your underwear off.” He paused. “Peel it off,” he repeated. “I’ll be lucky not to hurt you when I tear them off.” He almost sounded pissed off, like it was my fault for how he was feeling. Like my lacy red underwear offended him. “I’ll be gentle first, lull you into a false sense of security; I’ll knead these gorgeous globes, kiss them, lick them, give them a love bite or two…”

  I gulped.

  “Then when you least expect it…” A crack sounded and a flare of pain spread across my left ass cheek. Then warm pleasure flooded through me replacing the pain. I let out a low moan. “I’ll slap both cheeks ’til they’re red and hot, and your pussy is swollen and dripping.”

  I shivered as the images he promised me assaulted my mind. “And then?” I begged, the desperation clear in my voice.

  I could almost feel him grinning.

  “Then I’m going to part your cheeks and bury my face into your wet folds. I’m going to lick along your crease, spreading
your juices until you’re wet from front to back.

  The blood had stopped rushing to my head. It was all going to my core now, that whole area swelling, filling with blood, throbbing like a second heartbeat. I stifled a moan as he walked into the hotel lobby, ignoring the surprised greeting of the doorman. The sudden change of light and the image of his tongue between my legs blinded me. He walked past the late-night hotel staff on reception. I was grateful my face was hidden by my hair.

  “Jesus,” he muttered. “I can smell how much you want me and I haven’t even touched you. You smell so fucking sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”

  Dear God. Could these hotel staff smell my lust too? Could they hear him? My cheeks burned with heat. Which only added to the internal fire.

  He rode up in the elevator with me still over his shoulder. He only put me down once we arrived in front of what I suspected was his hotel suite. Right on the top floor. My head spun and not just because the blood in my body was trying to re-figure out which way was up.

  He held me up against the door with his arms on either side of me, preventing me from falling over. “Once we get in there, you’re mine.”

  I licked my lips and stared into his hooded eyes, burning like black fire. “What does that mean?”

  “That means, whatever I want, you’re giving me. Is that clear?”

  “Whatever you want?” I squeaked out.

  “I can see you, Julianna. You like to control every aspect of your life. It will be hard for you to give it up. You’ll fight me. That’s okay, I like a little fight. But fight me knowing that I will win.”

  Through my fog of desire rose the first sign of hesitation. A realization that if I said yes, I would be giving in to a man, a fully matured man, powerful and aggressive. He was nothing like the boys I dallied with before. I was in way over my head.

  There was a part of me that sensed the darkness that lay within the depths of this beautiful creature. Run! a voice inside me screamed before it was lost in a wave of heat as he parted my legs with his knee and pressed his thigh against my sensitive core. With his hands on my hips, he ground me onto him. “I could make it so, so good for you. Only if you just…give in to me.” He had to stop that, what he was doing with his thigh, with his hips against me. I could feel the length of his hardness between us. I ached for it to be inside me. “This is your last chance to say no.”

  I grabbed his shirt, crushing it in my hands, rocking myself against his thigh, in complete awe of this wild woman he had turned me into. “No fucking chance.”

  His face split into that gorgeous grin. He lunged for me.

  We poured into that hotel suite, door banging against the wall behind me, his hands going up the hem of my skirt and gripping my ass, pulling me up onto him, my legs hooking around his waist, his hard length against my belly. I was near insane, tugging at his shirt and his belt. I barely noticed the suite as we ricocheted off walls and furniture, a single beast of tongues and hands, all the way to the large bedroom, pouring our groans into each other’s mouths. Somewhere along the way my heels had been kicked off.

  At the foot of the bed, he placed me down on the plush carpet. He tore his mouth off me and placed his forehead on mine, our chests heaving in and out, begging for the air that we’d stolen from each other. It was the calm before the storm. A pause. A moment. We both needed it.

  He spun me around. With one hand flat on my back, bent me over to kneel on the bed, like he promised. The gush of wetness added to my already soaking underwear. His hands pushed the hem of my dress up over my hips, cold air swirling around my bare legs. His hands traced the small of my back, over my curves and down my thighs.

  “Red. Lacy. Like,” he muttered. He’d become incoherent.

  I looked back at him over one shoulder. He was staring at my ass up in the air for him. I felt so dirty and vulnerable in this position. I’d never let myself be this vulnerable in front of any man. I shouldn’t like it. But I did. I fucking did. “Are you trying to say that you like my panties?”

  He looked up and caught my eye. “I fucking love them. And I’m really, really sorry.” Before I could ask why, he ripped my underwear right off me, the room filling with the noise of tearing lace and the sound of my gasp.

  Oh. Right. He had warned me earlier he was going to do that.

  Cool air rushed across my wet exposed sex, making it tingle. I heard him groan. It sounded so close to my naked lips. I should feel degraded having a stranger’s face practically in my pussy. But the way he was looking at me, a mixture of lust and awe, I felt powerful. I felt sexy.

  “Jesus Christ,” he said, “your ass looks incredible from this angle.”

  “Sensational, magnificent…now incredible?” I teased.

  I could hear him shifting behind me. “Your ass has turned me into a fucking thesaurus.”

  I could feel his presence right behind me. It made all the hairs on my body stand on end. I bit my lip. He had promised me kneading and kissing and biting next.

  Crack. His hand came down on my ass so hard that I cried out, the pain flaring then followed by a rush of heated pleasure. “I thought you were going to—”

  “Can’t wait.”

  His hand came down again. Then again. I moaned into the sheets as I gripped on to them for dear life, every smack lifting the pain and the pleasure higher than the one before it. My body became a live wire, a taut bundle of fire and electricity. My pussy was throbbing now, swollen and wet, overripe from his assault. I braced for the next hit.

  His hands spread my cheeks apart and his face pushed into me. The instant his tongue touched my folds I almost leaped off the bed. I was so sensitive it was almost unbearable.

  His hands clamped on my hips. “Hold still. Or I’ll have to tie you down.” His threat sent a shiver through me, a mix of fear and desire. Me, tied down and completely in his power. I shouldn’t want that. But I did. How could I want something I feared?

  He licked me again, this time with a firmer touch. Waves of pleasure knocked through my spine like a row of dominos. He groaned, the vibration rumbling through me. “You taste so good.” His flat, wet, warm tongue stroked along my crease. The pleasure rolling through me made my toes curl, drawing moans from my lips.

  I had never really enjoyed oral sex. I had always felt too dirty, too exposed. It was too intimate to have a man’s nose and lips and eyes right there, pushing into my hidden pink flesh, taking my secret taste into his mouth and my woman’s scent into his lungs. Not with him. Not with Roman.

  I gave in to the pleasure, to the vulnerability of having his face in my most private of parts, his nose and breath tickling my ass crack. He began to lick further and further back, painting me with the moisture of my sex and his mouth.

  His tongue drew across the pucker of my behind. “No,” I gasped and clenched my ass, yanking my hips away from his face.

  He tensed. “What did I say at the door?”

  I squeezed my eyes shut. “But I—”

  “What did you agree to?”

  Give in.

  Jesus, was I really doing this? I inhaled long and deep and forced my muscles to relax. I eased my hips back towards him.

  “Good girl. For that, you’re going to get a reward.”

  Before I could speak his finger slid up my slit and found my clit, circling the sensitive spot in tiny circles. I let out a low moan and my body melted further towards him. His fingertip played at my entrance, strumming my pleasure strings like I was an instrument.

  “Look at you. So wet. So needy.”

  I moaned back in response, my ass tipping higher towards him so he could have more access to me.

  “You ready for your reward now?”

  My reward? I thought this was my reward.

  He slid two fingers into me. I sucked in a breath. My width squeezed around them as he paused to give me a moment to settle. He curled his fingers towards the front of me and began to rub. A thick, tight pulse of intensity began to grow, originating from his finge
rtips. Magic fucking fingertips. I heard moaning, wild and wanton and careless to whoever heard them. It was coming from me. My hips jerked back towards him, begging for more as this ball of energy expanded and consumed me.

  This time when he parted my ass cheeks with the fingers of his other hand and I felt his breath on my ass, I pushed back onto his tongue. He flicked it around the sensitive rim of my rosebud. The waves expanded from front and back, meeting together in an explosion of pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore.

  An orgasm thundered over me before I knew what was happening, my body shuddering and my cries muffled into the sheets. His fingers played hard and fast inside me, urging me on further as he hummed with approval against me, the vibration skimming across my skin.

  It felt like forever as the waves flowed over me again and again. I collapsed, my mind a complete blank. His fingers slid from my body and I let out a low moan. Come back. I felt empty without him.

  Dear God. What the fuck just happened to me?

  I felt his hands on me pulling me up to sit on my heels, leaning against his firm chest. I realized he was still clothed. We hadn’t even waited to get naked yet. He traced my lips with his fingers still wet with me. “Suck them. See how good you taste.”

  I paused. I’d never done that. I’d never tasted myself.

  “Jules?”

  I remembered what I had agreed to. Yes to whatever he wants.

  Gingerly, I licked the tips of his fingers. Musky with a hint of sweetness.

  “More,” he demanded.

  I opened my mouth and he slid his fingers inside of me, stroking my tongue and wiping my arousal all over my taste buds. I could almost feel his fingers inside my pussy again. It felt so dirty and bad, and I fucking loved it. I groaned, lapping at his fingers with my tongue, sucking them as he dragged his fingers out. I felt his length twitch against the small of my back.

  Yes, that. That was what I wanted inside me. It felt so big and hard. I was more than ready.

  “Lift up your arms.”