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Chapter Fourteen

Eva

W hat just happened? I can’t believe I said that to him. I made him feel so uncomfortable that he all but ran out of my apartment.

I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. I got caught up in the moment and read the situation wrong. Even having a conversation like that with him had me feeling hot, and for the first time maybe ever, I felt brave.

If I could just hide away from him forever, I would. But this is my client. My first billionaire client who is providing my company with the exposure that it needs to gain more visibility.

I can’t just let what happened go without apologizing.

Instead of pretending like it never happened and hoping the problem just goes away on its own, I stand up on shaky legs and grab my black robe from my bedroom door.

I just need to go upstairs and give him a quick apology. It’ll be over in a minute. I’m sure he’ll accept, and we’ll be back to our extremely unconventional friendship.

I play with the rope of my robe the entire way up to his front door. Before I can back out, I pound my knuckles against the wood, hard enough to wince at the pain.

The door flies open, startling me. I think I audibly suck in a breath when I see that he’s standing in front of me in just a pair of gray sweatpants.

His hair looks slightly disheveled, like he’s been running his hands through it.

I realize I’ve been silent and gawking like a weirdo for some time, and his face shows signs of increasing frustration—as if he knows the thoughts running through my head.

Well, I’m not apologizing for those. It’s his own fault he answered the door like this. I’m only human.

His jaw is tight as he continues to look at me in a way that makes me feel more desired than I ever have before.

“I just came up to say sorry,” I say tenderly. “I didn’t mean to push you or make you feel …”

He cuts me off, voice low and rough, “You think I walked out because I was uncomfortable?” He pauses for a moment as tension fills the air, and then he steps closer. “You say shit like that, looking at me the way you do, and expect me to just sit on my hands?”

I’m breathless now, feeling like there’s not enough air to breathe. He steps even closer.

“Say the word, and I’ll fix that little problem of yours right here. Right now.”

Pure desperation comes over me. I take the final step, closing the space between us. I run my fingers down his abs. His eyes flutter closed while he swallows thickly, and then he hits me with a dark, dangerous look right before his lips find mine.

I feel the slight tremble in his mouth, the way his lips mold to mine—plush and insistent, parting just enough to taste me.

He’s ravenous and unrestrained, like he’s been holding back for too long. It sends the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl. His tongue traces the soft fullness of my lips, beckoning me to open for him. I obey his unspoken command.

The moment our tongues touch, he lets out a deep, guttural groan. It makes my panties flood with my instant arousal. I feel powerful, pulling such a reaction from someone like Roman.

His hands find my hips and squeeze tightly before moving up my body, then pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck and let one hand run through his dark hair.

This kiss is already better than any sex I’ve ever had.

It takes me a second to realize I’m airborne. He spins us around and walks me into his penthouse, kicking the door closed behind us.

My thighs hit the table in the middle of the foyer. He pushes me back and lifts me onto it. His hands come up and cradle my face as his lips deepen the kiss.

He pulls back and looks down at me, a storm raging in those deep blue eyes. “This can’t mean anything.”

I nod my head eagerly, desperate to feel his lips against mine again. “I know.”

“Say it, Eva,” he demands.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” I whisper.

His gaze holds mine for a heartbeat before he kisses me—this time with a hunger I feel all the way to my toes. He breaks the kiss, his mouth drifting to my jaw then to the sensitive skin of my neck.

I close my eyes and revel in the sensations coursing through me as his warm lips descend further down my body. When his lips hit the top of my breast, he yanks my tank top out of the way, and I arch my back instinctively.

His mouth wraps around my left nipple, and he sucks harder than I expected. His large hand squeezes my other breast while his mouth continues to work my nipple.

I can barely think. All I can do is feel as he focuses more on my breasts than any man has before.

His teeth bite down on my hard nipple. A loud moan escapes from my lips—so foreign to me that I almost don’t realize it happened until I see him smile over my nipple as he licks and smooths it with his tongue.

“That wasn’t a scream, but we are just getting started,” he says confidently as he switches to my other breast, giving it the same wicked attention.

He pops off my nipple and gazes up at me. I notice his chest is moving rapidly, showing just how affected he is.

“Lean back onto your elbows,” he demands.

I heed his words and lie back on the table. His hands coast up my thighs, stopping at the top of my shorts. He tucks his fingers under them and pulls down. I lift my hips to help him out, then let him drag them down my legs.

He tosses them to the side as he kneels in front of me. I swallow down my anxiety. We’re in the middle of his foyer, lights on everywhere, and he is eye level with my vagina. This is where my mind normally starts to go into overdrive, making it impossible for me to relax.

He lifts my legs and places one foot at the end of the table and the other one over his left shoulder. I’m now completely exposed to him.

I watch him take me in; his eyes focused on my pussy.

Then he whispers, “Fuck,” before he looks back up at me.

My nerves must be written all over my face.

His left-hand rests on my thigh that’s hanging over his shoulder, and he squeezes it reassuringly. I close my eyes tightly.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Look at me.”

I open them and meet his. He doesn’t rush me.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just feel. That’s it.” He pauses for a beat. “Let me make you forget every guy who didn’t bother to figure you out.”

I bite my lip as his words wash over me. No man has ever taken the time to even realize that I’m tensing up, let alone offer words of encouragement.

He kisses my inner thigh, slowly and purposefully, like he has all the time in the world.

“I’m not here to rush you.” He grabs my hand and brings it to his hair, giving me permission to guide him. “I’m here to ruin you for anybody else.”

His mouth descends on my clit, where he gently pushes his wet tongue against me. The pleasure is instant—something I feel from my toes all the way up my body. His tongue takes measured, deliberate strokes against me, all while my hand clutches his hair in a death grip.

He shows no signs of pain as his eyes observe me, taking in my every breath like I’m a textbook that he’s trying to learn. His tongue starts to flick quickly up and down, then left to right. My jaw falls slack as I watch on, completely enthralled by the sight before me.

I’ve never watched before. It felt too intimate to meet the guy’s eyes while he did something so … personal. With Roman, it feels right to watch. I couldn’t pull my eyes away if I wanted to.

The feeling of his fingers teasing my entrance tells me just how wet I am. He pushes two long, thick fingers in. He studies me while he moves them back and forth, up and down, gauging my reactions.

The moment he finds my G-spot, I let out a tiny gasp. He smiles, all the while continuing to work my clit.

Then he places his lips around me and sucks my clit.

“Oh fuck,” I let out as the sensations take over.

He presses his fingers up against me. His tongue begins to move from flicks to sucks, and I can no longer even keep my eyes open. The feelings are too strong for me to focus on anything but letting them take over.

He tries to pull away, but my hand grips his hair frantically, trying to keep him in place. For the first time ever, I’m close. I don’t want to lose it.

I hear a light chuckle that vibrates against my pussy. I’m too far gone to get mad that he’s laughing at my desperation. Then he moans against me while his fingers massage the perfect spot.

“Are you gonna come for me, Eva?” he groans out. “I can feel your pussy squeezing me. You’re almost there. Give it to me. I want to taste every drop of your release.”

“Ahhh,” I scream as the most powerful orgasm that I’ve ever had washes over me. “Oh my God, Roman. Don’t stop yet.”

Another groan rumbles from him as his fingers work inside of me and his tongue works its magic. I glance down at him while my body slowly comes down, the aftershocks rippling through me every few seconds.

He licks me through each spasm until I’m completely spent. My head falls back against the table, a satisfied smile tugging at my lips.

It happened. Finally.