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“Babe,”he whispers, his voice rough with tenderness, and when I glance at him, the look on his face, the worship in his eyes, hits me square in the chest. Heat blooms under my skin, unraveling something dangerous, something I can’t afford to let loose with this man.

I turn away from it, push it down, and focus on the man between my legs as the aftershocks ripple through me. Just when I think it’s over—maybe I need it to be over—he dips his head and glides his tongue over my trembling core.

“Oh.”My breath catches. My back arches.

His deep chuckle vibrates through me.“Mmm, baby, you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” He dives back in, his tongue stroking into me like he’s trying to savor every last drop.

“Roman,”I murmur, my body melting beneath him. When he finally lifts his head, his mouth glistening, his eyes lock on mine, dark and burning with a heat that threatens to consume me whole.

Get it together, girl.

I reach for him, and he crawls up my body, his lips crashing into mine before I can catch my breath.

I moan into his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue, and holy hell, it’s hot.

Hotter than anything I’ve ever known. My ex never made me feel like this.

Not even close. But we both knew why, right?

I wasn’t exactly built with the parts he preferred.

Though he did like it when I went down on him.

“You’re incredible,”Roman breathes against my lips, like I’d been the one giving pleasure, not the other way around.

“I like when you’re selfish,”I tease, grinding my body against his, feeling the hard press of him against my thigh. I squirm, trying to angle him between my legs, but there might be something else I want first.

He wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb, then slips it between his lips, sucking slowly. His eyes roll back like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“Gabbalicious,” he groans.

A laugh bursts from me—light, airy, and so full of happiness it makes my chest squeeze.God, maybe this is a dangerous game I’m playing with this man. “You did not just call me that.”

He nods, flashing me a wicked grin.“I did.”

“I can’t believe you remembered.”

“Remember? How could I forget the girl who won the bubble gum blowing contest?”His eyes darken with something sharp and teasing.“Not that I’m surprised. Back in school, you were always chewing that Bubbalicious gum, always blowing bubbles.”

Blowing…

My breath hitches, long ago memories filling me with a happiness I hadn’t felt in many years.“I haven’t heard that name in a long time.” Just like I haven’t heard Gabby. Or Gabs. I’d forgotten how much I liked the way it sounded coming from his mouth.

“I thought it was cute.”He drops a hot, lingering kiss on my lips . “Like you.”

My heart does a weird backflip as I teasingly ask, “You think I’m cute?”

His gaze darkens, his hand sliding down the side of my neck to the swell of my breast.“Actually, I think you’re drop-dead gorgeous, Gabby.

I can’t believe I’m here with you. That I get to touch you…

”His thumb grazes my hard nipple and my breath stutters .

“Kiss you…” His lips brush over mine, then trace a slow path along my jaw and down my throat.

“And fuck you.”His hand slips between my legs, a teasing pressure that promises exactly what’s coming next. Except there’s something I want first.

I drag my nails down his chest, feeling the tremor in his muscles.“Speaking of the bubble gum blowing contest… do you remember when it snapped and exploded all over my face?”

He swallows hard, his throat working, and I catch the almost tortured sound he makes.“Uh, yeah.” Under his breath he adds, “It was kind of hot.”

I smile wickedly, bolder and more playful than I’ve been in my entire life.“Maybe I’d like to blow again… and maybe I’d like to get something else all over my face.”

He goes so still, so perfectly statue-like, I wonder if I’ve shocked him into silence. Or maybe even killed him. I press my finger to his neck to check for a pulse.

Thump-thump-thump-thump.

As his strong powerful heart beats beneath my finger, I ask , “Still alive?” He blinks once, twice, and opens his mouth, but his words are stalled somewhere deep in his throat.

“Roman?” Did I, Gabby Evans really render Roman Marinelli speechless?

I know he did it to me, but never in a million years did I think I could do it to the well-known player.

“Gabby.”His eyes go wide, heat and disbelief swirling in those dark depths as they search my face.“What did you just say?”

I grin, a little breathless, wondering where the hell those words even came from.

I don’t talk like that—ever. Not in the bedroom, not anywhere.

But being here with Roman feels different.

Safe. Free. Like I can say or do anything without judgment.

Out in the real world, especially the fashion world where my ex is a model and my ex–future father-in-law is a famous designer, every move I made, every breath I took was scrutinized.

By both of them. I had to be what they wanted me to be. Perfect. Polished. Controlled.

“I said… maybe I’d like to blow again. And maybe I’d like to get something else all over my face.”

His hips jerk, his cock pressing hard against my leg. His breath comes out sharp.“Gabby, please tell me you’re not talking about bubble gum.”

I arch a brow.“I’m not.”

A growl rips from his lungs, his jaw tightening.“Okay, so you’re saying… you want to give me a blow job and have my cum on your face.”

“If that sound?—”

Before I can even finish, he’s flipping me onto his back and dragging me with him, his hands locked around my thighs. I straddle his waist, and holy hell, his cock is thick and hard between my legs.

His hands slide to my shoulders, giving me a little push, and the hunger in his eyes, and the raw, desperate need I see there nearly undoes me.

“For the record, this isn’t just about you,” I tease, breathless.

He snorts, the sound low and rough.“Yeah, it is.”

“No, Roman,” I say, my voice thinning to a whisper. “I actually really want to do this.”

His chest rises and falls beneath my palms.“You like it, babe?”

“Not normally,”I admit, sliding down his body, positioning myself between his legs.

I hook my fingers into his boxers and tug them down.

His cock springs free, thick, gorgeous, and already leaking for me.

I wrap my hand around him, and his hips lift into my touch.

“But something tells me I’m going to this time. ”

“Babe,”he rasps, his voice dark and raw. He cups my face, his thumb gliding over my cheek with rough tenderness, the pad of his finger scraping gently over my skin. That simple touch strikes deeper than it should. Like he's not just touching my face, but something buried beneath it.

Careful, girl.

I bend, sliding my tongue over the swollen head of his cock, and moan as the salty taste of him floods my mouth.

“Mmm,”I murmur, savoring the tang on my tongue as his cock thickens in my palm.

I stroke from base to crown, and when more slickness beads at the tip, I swirl my fingers through it and circle his crown.

His body jerks violently beneath me.

“Jesus, Gabs.”His voice is raspy, rough, and I take in the tightening of his ab muscles. A strange burst of power rushes through me.

I’m doing this to him.

I take him deeper, pressing him to the back of my throat, and his fingers rake through my hair, tugging just enough to make me shiver.

I sense the heat of his gaze on me, and when I lift my eyes, the intensity I find there nearly undoes me.

His mouth parts, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths as I work him over, my tongue gliding along the thick ridge of his shaft.

His curses grow softer, more desperate. I reach down, massaging his balls with slow, teasing pressure. He thrusts upward, hitting the back of my throat, and I relax, taking him impossibly deeper.

“Gabs… baby… you’re incredible.”

His hand cups my cheek, the rough warmth of his palm sparking something deep and dangerous in my chest. My heart stutters, and when I steal a glance upward, the soft, awed look on his face—like I’m giving him something more than just pleasure—makes heat bloom low in my belly.

I grip him tighter, working my mouth over his length, my tongue flicking at the sensitive tip. His whole body tightens beneath me, muscles locking as he teeters on the edge.

“That’s so good.”His voice is a strained whisper.“Fuck, Gabs. I’m there.”

Excitement surges through me as I inch back, my tongue out, my hands still pumping him with steady strokes. Once. Twice. On the third stroke, he groans, his body bowing beneath me as he spills across my tongue.

My gaze locks on his face as he releases, and holy hell, the wrecked, breathless look on his face nearly undoes me. His mouth parts, his head tipping back as wave after wave of pleasure tears through him. I milk him, swallowing every drop, licking my lips as I moan in appreciation.

“Damn, baby.”His voice is raw, a little shaky.

He reaches for me, pulling me up his body, and his mouth crashes into mine.

He kisses me deep and slow, tasting himself on my lips, and when we finally pull apart, he rests his forehead against mine, brushing my hair back from my face.

His gaze searches mine, something raw and unguarded in his expression.

His hands cradle my cheeks, his thumbs stroking over my skin.

“Come home with me.”