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Chapter Nineteen

Roman

I t’s been a week since we’ve had sex. I can still taste her on my tongue, like a phantom flavor reserved just for me. I don’t know what the hell we’re doing. I admitted to having feelings for her, but that doesn’t mean I think this is something that we should pursue.

For one, her brother would kill me. Secondly, I’d probably fuck it up somehow. If I’m anything like my father, I’m a piece of shit who is bound to break a woman’s heart.

Eva is not the type of woman to play games either. She is letting me make the call.

I think about what it felt like to slide my bare dick inside of her. She doesn’t quite understand what that meant to me. I’ve never trusted someone the way I trust her, and the moment I decided to do that was as terrifying as it was amazing.

When I’m with her, I can’t stop myself from doing things I shouldn’t to keep the walls up. I’m powerless against her beauty. Not just her external beauty, but who she is on the inside.

I’ve managed to stay away from the hotel the entire week. Not necessarily on purpose. I’ve had fires to put out left and right, which needed my attention. As the president, it’s not really my responsibility to be at the job site very often.

This morning, I’ve decided it’s a good time to stop in and check out the progress.

Even I can smell the bullshit. There’s no reason for me to be here. I just want to see Eva.

I enter the lobby and am hit with the evidence of construction, the aroma of dust in the air. It’s not exactly how I want my current guests to be greeted, but there’s not much we can do about it.

At the door to the construction site, I grab a hard hat and swipe my badge. The walls have been completely torn off, and the area is stripped to bare bones, down to the concrete floor.

In the middle of the room is a makeshift table, using a large piece of plywood. Drew, Eva, and several of the crew are looking at a blueprint spread across the length of the wood, all wearing their hard hats.

Eva is wearing a dress and heels. Not just any dress. Some tight number that’s shorter than her usual ones. She leans over the wood to point to something, and I get a glimpse of her thighs.

I tense at the sight.

Remember, jealousy isn’t a good look. Plus, you have no right to claim her as yours.

Instead of dwelling on my jealousy, I walk up to them and stand next to Eva.

“Good morning, everyone,” I say sternly. “I can see you’ve already made excellent progress.”

Drew looks up and smiles. “Hey, man. We’re just looking over the current electrical wiring to see what needs to be reconfigured for the new chandelier.”

I stand in silence as I listen to the crew use terminology that I’m not afraid to admit means nothing to me. I respect the hell out of these men who master such incredible trades. I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if I just took up carpentry.

Money doesn’t equal happiness, and yet we all chase it like it’s the solution to all our problems.

I listen closely until they have a plan of action and break up to get back to work. I can smell Eva’s perfume from here. It nearly causes me an embarrassing situation in my slacks.

My hand reaches for her lower back when I spot a door at the other end of the construction site.

“Follow me,” I whisper in her ear.

She walks closely behind me. I open the door for her and let her go in first.

“Is everything all right—” she starts, but she doesn’t have time to finish her sentence because I slam my lips to hers.

I push her back toward a desk in the corner of the room—a temporary workspace for them. I lift her up onto the desk and start to lean her back, our hard hats falling off in the process.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” I whisper in the heat of the kiss.

My hands move down her body until they reach the hem of her skirt. I lift it up to her waist and run them up and down her bare thighs.

“What took you so long to come to me?” she asks against my mouth.

“I don’t know, Eva. I’m not good at this.”

I slide my tongue into her mouth and groan the moment she gives me hers.

“You need to find a way to get better. I’m not going to wait around for you to get your shit together.”

I hear her warning, but don’t know how to respond. She’s right. I need to figure out what the hell I want. I know what my body wants, but the rest is still messy.

For now, I want to sink inside of her, where everything feels right. I make quick work to free my cock, then pull her panties to the side.

“I know I’m a total mess right now, and you deserve more. But you have about five seconds to tell me to stop,” I demand.

She doesn’t miss a beat. “Fuck me, Roman. Now.”

My dick is inside her before she can finish her sentence.

I fuck her in a frenzy, completely lost in the chaos inside of me.

Needing better access, I place my hands under her knees and slide her to the edge of the desk, then move them next to her head and continue to slam in so fiercely that I can barely breathe.

Eva, normally vocal in bed, is breathless and panting.

“More,” she whispers on an exhale.

I stand up straight, grip her knees, and spread her legs open.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet; it’s dripping out everywhere,” I tell her. “Keep going. I want all of it.”

“I can’t,” she says on a breath.

I reach down and rub my thumb over her clit, then pull out just enough to see her squirt all over my pants. “Fuck yeah, there it is. I knew you had more.”

I slide back inside of her and continue until I blow my load in her tight pussy with a loud grunt that challenges the noises going on all around us.

Her pussy clenches and pulsates all over me as she works through her own release.

I wipe the sweat off my forehead, then pull out and look around for tissues. I grab a few from across the room, wipe myself off, and then do the best I can for her.

Her body shakes from her laughter. “I appreciate the effort, but I think I’m gonna need to use the restroom to clean up.” She pulls her panties to the side and sits up. “Shit. I got your pants all wet.”

My gray slacks have patches of her cum all over me. I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t care. People can think what they want about it. But I get to sit at work all day, knowing your cum is all over me.”

Her face falls into her hands. “That’s so humiliating. At least make sure no one here notices. There’s no way they won’t know what we did.”

“Whatever you say,” I say to appease her, but have no intention of hiding the evidence.

It’d do Drew good to know who she belongs to.

Thoughts like this make me realize I’d be a terrible boyfriend or husband. It’s not normal to feel this possessive, to react this intensely. And knowing me, I’d probably just wake up one day and shift it all to someone else—possessive and ‘in love’ again before I even knew it.

That’s how it worked for my dad.

Once we’re both decent, I lean down and kiss her lips softly. “I hate to leave abruptly, but I need to get to the office. Are you going to be okay?”

She looks at me quizzically. “Are you concerned about me now?”

“Eva”—I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear— “I’m not trying to be confusing. I do like you. A lot. Is there any way we can do this in secret for a while? Just give me some time to adjust to everything. This is new to me.”

I feel like a dick even asking her for this, but I’m also too selfish to walk away from her.

She worries her bottom lip as she thinks. “Okay. I understand this is new for you. But I’m not going to be a dirty little secret forever.”

“I promise it’s not forever. Thank you for understanding. I’ll call you later.”

With that, I kiss her forehead and walk out of the door, slightly disappointed not to see anyone on my way out.