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Chapter Seventeen

Roman

I park my car in the garage at my penthouse. Another Tuesday night at Ma’s. I look at the leftovers sitting on my passenger seat. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen Eva. Has the distance helped me stop thinking about her?

Not. At. All.

Every single day, I hope to run into her in the lobby of the building. I find myself spraying an extra bit of cologne and making sure my hair is in place, just in case I see her.

I keep telling myself, if I just see her once, I’ll stop thinking about her all the damn time.

I grab the leftovers and take them with me. When Ma suggested I take some more for my friend, I didn’t stop her. Now, here I am, standing in the elevator, staring at the buttons. Quickly, without thinking about it, I press the button to her floor.

Tingles of nerves dance all around my skin as I ride the elevator up. A bunch of billionaires who basically run the city of New York don’t draw out the kind of nerves that Eva does. It’s terrifying, but I know I can’t stay away.

I knock on her door, all while my heart seems to beat out of my chest. After a minute of no response, I take a step back to walk away when the door swings open.

Eva is in tight black pants and a sleeveless red top. Her brown hair is down in waves while her green eyes are amplified by her makeup.

“Roman,” she says flatly, no excitement in her voice. “What are you doing here?”

I hold up the bag filled with Ma’s cooking. “Tuesday night dinner at Ma’s. She gave me more food to bring to you.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet of her.” She looks behind her. “I was just getting ready to leave in a couple of minutes.”

“Oh, no problem. Here.” I hand her the bag. “She’ll want you to enjoy the food eventually.”

She takes the bag from me, and I place my hands in the pockets of my pants, not willing to leave yet. I need more time with her.

“So, where are you headed?” I ask, hoping I don’t sound like a damn fool who would do anything to spend more time with her.

“Oh, Drew has this reservation at?—”

I cut her off, unable to hear the details of their date, “Got it. Have fun. Sorry to interrupt.”

I walk away, not looking back, taking aggressive steps until I’m back in the elevator. I nearly break the button on the elevator—I press it so hard.

My fingers curl into my palms, the muscles in my forearms tensing under the stress of my anger.

Once inside my penthouse, I go straight to my wet bar. Grabbing a crystal glass, I place it down on the counter and reach for my strongest whiskey. I pour two fingers’ worth of it and shoot it back in one gulp. It does nothing to mask the feelings flooding through me, threatening to take me down.

Why is she doing this? I told her I didn’t want her getting involved with one of my employees. It’s like she wants to piss me off.

I’m used to women fawning over me, willing to do anything I ask of them. Eva would never do anything unless she wanted to do it. No one can push her around, and fuck if I don’t respect the hell out of her for that.

She’s too good for Drew. Drew just sees the pretty face and perfect body. He doesn’t know what makes her truly stand apart from other women.

I think about her out on a date with him tonight. Him trying to push his luck, maybe even getting a kiss.

Just like that, I’m storming out of my place and going back to the elevator. The adrenaline coursing through my veins is enough to make me pace back and forth the entire way until I’m standing in front of her door.

I bang loudly, powerless to knock calmly. This is it. I’m making a decision I cannot go back on. One that is dangerous and could end in disaster. But I also know that it’s been months since I’ve met her and my feelings have only grown stronger.

I can’t fight it anymore.

The door swings open.

She crosses her arms across her chest, looking completely unimpressed with me. “You’re back.”

I advance, eyes locked on hers, then place my hands on her cheeks and touch my lips to hers. In an instant, I feel the weight on my shoulders disappear. For something I’ve fought so hard against, it feels like exactly what I’m supposed to be doing.

Her lips move against mine with perfect rhythm. At the same time my arms wrap around her waist, hers go around my neck.

I push us farther into her apartment and kick the door closed. Spinning us around, I press her back up against it as I claim her mouth with my tongue.

“I’m done fighting this,” I whisper into her mouth. “I’ll burn the world down before I let anyone else have you.”

She moans back at me, kissing me back before she replies. “If you had let me finish,” she starts, then kisses me again, “you would have heard that Drew made reservations for the staff.”

“Fuck it. I don’t care. I need you, Eva.”

She pulls back, bringing our kiss to an abrupt end. “First, you have to admit that you have feelings for me.”

My head falls forward against hers, and then I shake it back and forth. I feel the movement of her body against mine as she laughs, which makes me smile.

“You’re a pain in my ass, Eva.”

She leans in and touches her lips back to mine. “I don’t care. If you want me, all of me, tonight, you have to be honest for once.”

I wrap her long waves up in my hand and pull her head to the side, then press my teeth against her soft skin. “I’ll admit it … if you tell me you aren’t going on your little date with Drew tonight.”

“I told you; it’s not a?—”

“Just fucking tell me you won’t go,” I growl.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, pushing me away slightly before she pulls me harder against her, like she can’t make up her mind.

“Fine,” she answers breathlessly. “I’m not going anywhere tonight.”

I press my tongue against her neck and lick all the way up to her ear. She releases a moan that goes straight to my dick.

“Your turn,” she whispers.

I lean my forehead against hers again, closing my eyes. Maybe if they’re shut, it will be easier to say the words out loud. “I feel things for you, Eva.” My chest swells with a strange feeling when she links our hands at our sides. “Things I’ve never felt for anyone.”

The words hang in the air as we stand with our fingers grasped together.

“But I can’t promise …” I start, worried she’s going to think this means more than I can give at the moment.

“Shhh,” she says, then tilts her head back and kisses me. “I don’t need you to promise me anything. I just wanted the truth.”

My restraint finally snaps. I lift her up and wrap her legs around my waist. “Perfect. Now we can focus on more important things.”

“Like?” she asks as I walk us back to her bedroom.

“Like me sucking on that tasty pussy of yours.” I throw her down on her bed as she cracks up.

“You’re so vulgar.”

I reach behind myself and grab the neck of my shirt, then lift it up in one smooth motion. Her smile instantly fades as her green eyes focus on my stomach. She sits up and places her hand on mine just as I place it on my belt.

“Let me,” she says softly.

She slowly pulls the tail of the belt out of the loops. It occurs to me that I’ve never been undressed before. Normally, I take complete control, dominating the moment. I didn’t know how damn erotic it would feel to watch myself being undressed. Or maybe it’s just the one who’s undressing me.

My chest tightens as she looks up at me while she unbuttons, then unzips me, then pushes my pants down. I watch as her eyes open wider when she looks down at the bulge in my boxer briefs.

Her throat bobs. I grab her chin and lift it so we’re eye to eye.

“I’ll go slow until your tight little pussy adjusts, baby.”

She nearly gasps. I grab her top and pull it over her head, then rid her of her bra next. She leans back on the bed, her perky tits on display for me.

My hand immediately strokes my dick over my boxers, seeking some kind of relief. I could easily get myself off in seconds, just looking at her. She’s pure perfection.

“You’re so beautiful, Eva. I don’t know how I’ve stayed away this long.” In this moment, I’m kicking myself for wasting two months not having her. “But I’m going to make up for it tonight.”

With that promise, I get her pants and panties off so she’s lying fully bare in front of me.

“Scoot back,” I instruct. “I need room to get comfortable. I’m going to be down here for a while.”

She adjusts herself until she’s lying back on the pillows, nearly in a sitting position.

“I want to watch,” she says.

That’s definitely one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard. For someone who seems very inexperienced, she’s very brave. I love that she feels she can tell me these things.

I lean down on the bed, lying flat in front of her as I pull her legs apart. My head is immediately inches from her pussy—her extremely wet pussy.

I moan as I run a finger down her slick center. “You seem more than ready. Do I turn you on, Eva?”

She looks down at me and starts to play with her breasts as she nods shyly.

“Baby, I might need to come on those perfect tits before I slide into your pussy.”

I don’t wait for her to respond. I run my nose from her opening up to her clit, then slowly lick it. Her jaw hangs open as she watches. I take my time, licking and enjoying the taste, one stroke at a time.

I meant it when I said I was going to take my sweet-ass time with her. When I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, like I know she likes, her hips arch off the bed.

Her breath catches, followed by a sugary moan. I push two fingers inside of her and work her just as I did before.

When her hands fist my hair, I know she’s close. I suck harder and move my fingers quicker until she is screaming and shoving her pussy into me with desperation.

Then something unexpected happens. She squirts all over me, and my face gets covered in her release.

“Oh my God!” she exclaims as the height of her orgasm hits.

I bury my face as I soak up the first squirt I’ve ever received from a woman. I’m well and truly fucked. I’ll never recover from this. It will play in my mind for years to come.