Page 93 of Deceptive Desires (The Syndicate #2)

Cecilia

I wake to kisses on my neck.

“Roman! We can’t do this here!” I whisper-shout at him.

I feel his smile against my neck.

“Sunshine, don’t you know? We’re Montclairs. We can do whatever we want,” he responds mischievously.

“I’m not even supposed to be in this bed with you. We definitely can’t be making out in it!” I scold.

He continues his attack on my neck. One hand trails up to my face and turns my cheek so I meet his gaze.

He leans in and kisses me deeply. He’s relentless. I can’t stop myself from giving in. When I pull back for air, he stares at me adoringly.

“Oh sunshine, I don’t intend to just make out,” he says slyly, then slips his hand under the covers.

I moan when he invades my panties, still trailing lower. He meets my core and hisses a breath.

“Already wet for me?” he says with a grin.

“Always. Even just a kiss gets me there for you, my hero,” I whisper against his lips.

He pushes a finger in, and I groan at the intrusion.

I grip his arm, but don’t make a move to stop him. Because I know if I said the word, this ecstasy would stop. And despite my protests, that’s the last thing I want.

With his injured left arm, he hikes my left leg over him, opening me further.

He continues thrusting his fingers into me, grinding his palm against my clit. I’m panting on the edge of my release.

And when he leans in and bites my neck, I fall over the edge.

He covers my mouth with his, swallowing my cries. I’m too consumed by my release to consider the consequences of being loud.

I reach under the sheet and grip his hard dick. I slide my hand up and down, squeezing at the base. He starts lifting his hips, meeting my strokes.

I tsk.

“No, sir. You’re injured. I’ll be doing all the hard work this time,” I scold him, tightening my hold on him in warning.

He hisses a breath and swallows hard.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says with a wicked smile and brings one arm over his head and lets the other fall over his stomach.

I continue stroking until I feel precum bead at his tip.

I look back at the hospital door, debating for a moment. They checked on him an hour ago, so we should be good for at least three hours. But it’s the night shift, so the halls are quiet.

After a moment of hesitation, I steel my back. Then, under the sheet, I shimmy down my thong, hike up my skirt, and pull up his hospital gown.

“Cecilia! What are you doing?” Roman asks, completely shocked. His eyes are wide, and his jaw hangs open.

“You started this!” I remind him. “Just, hold still. Don’t move that left arm.”

I climb on top of him and line his dick with my entrance and slowly lower myself.

I look up and meet his gaze. He’s staring at me in wonder.

“I didn’t think you had this in you, naughty girl.” Roman’s smile spurs me on.

I rock onto him, up and down, until I feel him tighten.

He tries to put weight on his arms to lean forward to kiss me, but I push his right shoulder to the mattress. He’s not hurting himself doing this.

“If you move, we stop,” I threaten.

“Fuck, sunshine,” he groans. “I’m learning so much about myself.”

“Huh?” I can’t comprehend his words through the ecstasy.

“I didn’t know I loved it when you boss me around. Fuck, you’re so hot, sunshine” he gasps out.

I involuntarily tighten at the praise, and he groans.

He raises his right arm around my neck faster than I can track and brings me down to meet him.

His lips come crashing down on mine. His tongue slips into my mouth, and despite his claim to like me in control, he takes over. His hand on my neck prolongs the kiss, and his hips start moving to meet me.

“I thought you liked me in control?” I lean back just enough to tell him.

“Yeah, but there’s only so long a man can last,” he pants.

I sit down on him and stay there. I pry his arm off my neck and pin it above his head. He could easily overpower me, but I know he won’t. And from the look in his eyes, he loves this just as much as I do.

“I’m in charge right now. And you are going to lay here and take it like a good boy,” I tell him with a wicked smile on my own.

“Fuck, Cecilia. I’ll listen, just please don’t stop,” he begs.

I start moving my hips again. I speed up, unable to control myself. Especially not when he’s looking at me with so much love and adoration.

I feel my release building, and Roman groans against me, his whole body tensing.

“Sunshine, I’m close. You need to get off me,” he warns. “We’re not wearing a condom.”

And his concern for my wishes is my last straw.

“Come in me, Roman. Put a baby in me. Please,” I beg him.

“Are you sure?” he rasps, barely holding on.

“Yes. I want our dream together. I want a family!”

“I love you!” he grits out as he falls over the edge.

I feel his release in me, and I follow quickly. I fall onto his chest, and his arms instantly engulf me. He holds me to him, and I don’t move. I can’t move. I don’t want to move.

Because I’m exactly where I want to be.

“I love you too,” I tell him.