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Gabby

L aughter bubbles out of me as Roman dances me around the rooftop. I never knew this guy was so much fun. Okay, maybe that’s not true. I knew he was fun, but I never knew there was a serious side to him. One I recently experienced and liked. A lot.

Sure, the dress I’m wearing is funny and has served its purpose, but Roman doing this for me. It was sweet…touching.

Speaking of touching.

I run my hands over his shoulders and tip my face to his.

In the dark night, with the fireworks going off in the distance, I go up on my toes and stop moving, eager to kiss him again.

But when I do, he steps into me, still dancing me around and my lips land on his chin, his entire body bumping mine.

“Jesus,” he says as I nearly tumble backward, but I just don’t care. I laugh again, and he puts his arms around me, anchoring me to his body. “Are you okay?”

“I am,” I murmur without hesitation. Right now, in this moment, I’m very okay. Tomorrow when we pack up and head to Boston, leaving Vegas, and everything I own in New York behind, that will be a different story.

Tonight is about touching…enjoying.

He grins. “I’m glad you’re having a good time.”

“You know what would be better?” I ask and scratch my head. Honestly, I can’t believe I managed to keep the wig on this long.

“Getting that wig off because it’s driving you crazy.”

“Partly right,” I say, and slide my hands lower, grazing his firm backside.

His eyes widen as I graze his firm backside and his mouth opens, one word spilling out. “Ah.”

I give his butt a little squeeze and when he arches his brow, waiting for me to clarify, I say, “Getting out of this wig, and these clothes because I want to be naked with you.”

“Oh.”

I grin. “Now look who’s down to one-word sentences.”

“Baby, I want you so fucking bad.” He slides his hand around my neck, gripping a fistful of my hair as the fireworks light up the need in his eyes. I take a fast breath. I swear to God, I have never seen a man look at me like this before. It’s hot…empowering.

“Why don’t we get out of here,” I murmur into his ear.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He captures my hand and the next thing I know, he’s hurrying me to the rooftop elevator.

We step inside, our breaths coming fast, our eyes flittering back and forth as an older couple from the wedding party join us.

We give a curt nod and when the woman grins at my outfit, I quickly explain about the convention.

Only problem is, it’s hard to talk when my body is so fired up.

I catch my reflection in the mirrored walls, catch the flush on my cheeks as my body fires, craving this man’s touch again, dying to feel him inside me.

Are you really ready to finish what you started with Roman Marinelli?

Yes.

Do you think this is wise?

No.

Roman presses the button to our floor again—it’s obviously not going to get us there any faster—and I bite my bottom lip. I catch his eyes and grin. This man is as anxious as I am, and that’s a real turn on.

The elderly man clears his throat, like he’s trying to stifle a laugh. I have no doubt he can feel the tension in the small space every bit as much as I can. The elevator dings. “That’s our floor,” he says and takes his wife’s hand. “You two have a nice night.”

We nod and as soon as the elevator doors close, Roman is on me, pushing me back against the mirror as his mouth devours mine. He grinds against me, and I moan as his beautiful cock, full and thick, promises so much.

“You know,” I murmur, his mouth going to my neck. He presses open mouth kisses to my flesh, and I tilt my head to give him better access. “They have cameras in the elevators.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” His words are muffled as he kisses a path to the neckline, his teeth nipping at the dress. Thick fingers grip the hem of my dress and he bunches the fabric in his hands as he lifts it.

“Neither do I,” I manage to get out. Gasping, as he slides a hand between my thighs, I push against him. My body is vibrating, on fire, desperate for him to touch the needy spot between my legs.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” He cups my sex, and groans. “If I put my mouth here, am I going to find you all sweet and gabbalicious?” Pushing the fabric to the side, he slides a finger along my drenched folds. “Fuck yeah. You need this huh, baby? You need my cock in here?”

“It’s all I can think about.”

He groans as he dips a finger inside me. “Same.”

The elevator pings, and we both freeze. The doors begin to slide open and I quickly shove him.

My dress falls, and he moves beside me, his fingers linking with mine as a group of partiers step in.

He lowers his head, clearly not wanting to be recognized.

We get a few looks, but before anyone can comment, the elevator comes to a stop on our floor, and Roman practically bursts through the crowd as he guides me off.

Without words, he hurries me down the hall and the next thing I know, we’re inside the room and he’s sliding the bolt into place. My body ignites when he turns to me, the fire in his eyes enough to set the room ablaze. Or at least the throbbing spot between my legs.

“Roman,” I whisper and tug off my wig, tossing it to the floor.

He steps into me, running his hand through my hair, until it falls down my back.

Holding the back of my head, he splays his fingers and guides my mouth to his.

His kiss is tender at first, but when I moan and slide my tongue in, he growls, and devours me as he lifts my dress again, and picks me up.

My legs go around his waist, and as he carries me to the bed, I note the trays of fruit, sweets, breads and cheese laid out on the coffee table.

In the bedroom, he stops before the bed, and I slide to my feet. He slides the back of his fingers along my cheek, his head dipped to the side. “Don’t worry. No one broke in and left food.”

I chuckle at that, and cup his face, my heart somewhere in my throat. “Thanks for clarifying.”

“You didn’t eat much earlier, and I wanted to make sure you didn’t go to bed hungry.”

My God, is this man for real?

Yeah, okay, maybe finishing what we started isn’t a good idea, and I should walk away right now.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

“Yeah, baby, I’m hungry.” He takes a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. “For this.” He slides a hand between my thighs again. “For this.”

“I want that too,” I manage to get out. With both hands, he reaches down, and grips the hem of my dress again.

“Hands above your head.”

I do as he asks, and in one fluid motion—and while I know why he’s so skilled, I don’t currently want to think about it—he peels the dress over my head. As the room light shines on me, he takes a step back.

This afternoon, for some reason, it felt strange to undress in front of him, but that was silly.

Not when he looks at my body like it’s the most gorgeous thing he’s ever set eyes on.

He drinks me in, his eyes going up and down the length of me.

The hunger in his eyes propels me into action, and I reach behind my back and unhook my bra.

My actions are rewarded with a pleased growl and when my breasts spill free, he briefly closes his eyes.

“Fuck, you are gorgeous, Gabby.”

In a world full of models, I never thought of myself as gorgeous before, but this man makes me feel beautiful, treasured.

“Please…” His voice is tortured, a pleading edge to it when he continues with, “Please, babe. Keep going.”

With my chest rising and falling fast, my entire body ablaze, I slide my thumbs into my panties, and slowly drag them down my legs.

I have never put on a show for a man before.

I think it would have embarrassed me, and probably him.

With Roman, everything we do, from laughing about old times to getting naked together, is natural.

I lift one foot and remove the panties, and he reaches out, holding me, and while he’s trying to balance me, everything in the way he cares for me throws me off balance.

Once I’m stark naked, he takes his time to admire me again, and catching him, and even myself by surprise, I sit on the bed and widen my legs, completely exposing myself as I offer my body to him.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, and grips his hair, tugging like he’s losing his mind. “Baby, I was wrong.”

I arch a brow. “About.”

“I think I might be hungry for something else too.” Before I can ask, he disappears into the other room and comes back with a plate full of strawberries. He takes a bite of one and juice spills down his chin.

Dropping in front of me, he puts the rest of the berry into my mouth and I moan as the flavor explodes. “Delicious.”

“Yeah, delicious.” He sets the plate on the nightstand, and picks up another juicy berry.

Positioning himself between my legs, he bites another strawberry and I gasp as he runs the dripping berry over my nipple.

My gaze drops taking in the erotic movement, the way my nipples are peaking as he coats them with cold juices.

I lift my head, and find him watching me with curious eyes. If he’s wondering if I like it, the answer is yes, and I show him by moaning and arching my back, wanting more. He growls, and his mouth replaces the berry. He sucks in my hard nipple, savoring as he cleans me with his tongue.

He inches back, his breath hot on my wet nipple. “You are amazing, Gabs.”

Since it’s no time for words, I grip his head and guide him back, and his chuckle reverberates through me. He sucks and licks, nibbles and bites.

“Yes,” I cry out, my entire body ready to explode, but I don’t want this to be over any time soon. He pleasures my other breast to the same treatment, and I’m so drenched between my legs, I fear one touch, one sweet lick, and I’ll flood his mouth.

One hand runs along my inner thigh and I whimper. My breath is coming so fast, I’m sure I’m going to pass out. “Roman, please.”

“I know, baby. I know. I’m going to give you everything you need, but I have to taste you first.”

“God, yes.”

He gives my shoulders a little nudge, guiding me down.

He grabs a pillow and tucks it behind my head before going back between my legs.

He spreads me wider. “Look at this gorgeous pussy,” he murmurs and parts me with his fingers.

“So hot, wet and pink,” he adds, and there’s a shakiness to his voice.

I kind of love that he’s not as in control as he’s pretending to be, but I also like how he’s taking control.

I’m not even sure that makes sense but how am I supposed to think with any sort of clarity when he’s sliding inside me. “This what you need?”

I don’t answer with words, instead I ripple around him and grip the bedding. I’m so close it’s insane and that seems to please him.

“Oh yeah, I think it’s exactly what you need.” His breath washes over me. “And maybe this.” I lift my head just as he buries his mouth between my legs. A second finger joins the first as he takes my clit into his mouth, sucking so hard and deep, my entire body practically levitates.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, as I tighten around him. “Baby, I’m sorry you had to wait all night for this.”

He moves his fingers in and out, my dampness making it so easy to slide. With the soft blade of his tongue, he laps at my clit, long strokes that become more focused and sharp as I begin to pant.

“I won’t ever make you wait again.”

With that, I let go and my liquid pleasure pours from my trembling body. His growl mingles with my moans as I lift slightly, wanting to see everything he’s doing to me as I pulse and clench and completely come undone under his expert care.

“Roman,” I cry out, my body convulsing as he keeps his fingers inside me, his tongue circling my sensitized clit, but never touching.

God, he is so good at this. I wasn’t having sex before, obviously.

I was just going through the motions, and now that I’ve had this—him—I can never go back to…

well, whatever that was that my ex and I were doing.

My body slowly comes back to earth, as the spasms slow.

He pulls his fingers from my body, and gives me one last lick, a slow drag of his tongue over my sex.

“You taste incredible,” he murmurs before crawling up my body.

His lips find mine for a deep thorough kiss and a moment later, he pushes to his feet.

My eyes never leave his body as he quickly sheds his clothes. He opens his nightstand, and pulls out a condom. While his grin is full of heat, it’s also playful. “I put this in there earlier.”

“Prepared,” I murmur as I move to the center of the bed, my legs still spread in welcome. “I like that.”

He removes the condom from the foil and rolls it down the length of his beautiful, hard cock. The bed dips as he climbs back on, and positions himself over me. Dark eyes latch on mine and my heart thuds as I take in the tenderness in his eyes.

“Baby, are you ready for me?” he asks, the heat in his voice, the need in his eyes washing over me like a powerful tsunami as the tip of his cock toys with my entrance. As he waits for an answer, my brain stalls, because the answer is both yes and no.

I want this, yes, and while he came to this room prepared, I’m not sure I was, or ever will be ready for this man. He hesitates for a brief second, but the second I lift my hips and his cock presses inside, he groans, grips my shoulders and slides inside.

Once he’s seated deep, he buries his face in my neck, and exhales my name. “Gabby.” His fingers graze my body, like he’s memorizing every angle. Like he’s afraid to let go. “Gabby,” he whispers again, everything in the soft way he says my name tugging at something inside me.

“Roman,” I murmur as he pulls out only to completely fill me again, touching places so deep, so devastatingly intimate, I almost forget?—

This is just sex.

For physical pleasure.

It has to be.

Because even though it feels like more, this is Vegas, the city of illusions, and Roman—Romeo—is simply my rebound with benefits and his touch is nothing more.

Right?