Page 35 of The Arrangement (Executive Suite Secrets #3)

I smirked. “You do want it.”

Rome didn’t smile like I thought he would. He glared at me and lifted to hover above me even more. “Not at the risk of rushing you into something you’re not ready for.”

“No, that’s not it. I have thought about it.

And maybe watched some porn.” The last part, I added in a low voice, but he still caught it.

“I love kissing you. Your blowjobs are amazing. I liked giving you a hand job and feeling you get off, but the idea of sucking your dick makes me nervous. Don’t get me wrong! I want to suck your dick!”

Rome cackled and fell into the pillows because I’d literally shouted that in his face. He rolled over and kissed me. “You’re adorable. Sex doesn’t make you nervous?”

“The idea of fucking you…scares me. It doesn’t appeal. But the idea of you…” My voice failed me, and I swallowed hard.

Rome leaned in, pressing his face to my throat. He licked up to my ear, sending a shudder throughout my body. “But the idea of me pushing inside of you, filling you up,” he whispered in my ear. “That turns you on.”

I swallowed and tried to get saliva in my dry mouth. “Yeah,” I breathed.

“You don’t understand it, but the idea of being fucked makes your ass clench and your dick hard,” he continued, and I could only nod. “You want me to fuck you until you scream, make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.”

That. That. That.

The shouts and whimpers of every bottom in the porn I’d watched as they’d been fucked into oblivion rang in my head.

My brain said it was going to hurt and be terrible, but those men losing themselves to their partners had become a siren call, and I longed for a taste of the ecstasy and freedom they achieved.

While I was still getting my tongue to work, Rome sneaked a hand between us and wrapped it around my cock. He stroked me slowly, and the loudest moan tumbled out of my throat.

Thankfully, Rome didn’t need me to say anything. The man was already proving to be a master of my body. His lips moved down my chest, licking and kissing. He sucked on my nipples until they were hard, aching nubs.

He kissed across my stomach, and that evil mouth skirted my cock completely to kiss the inside of my hip. Just as I was catching my breath to curse him, he licked a long stripe up my dick, stealing my brain away.

My cock slid into his mouth, where it was wrapped in tight wet heat that drove me closer to orgasm. That magic tongue caressed me, and I didn’t ever want the feeling to stop.

As I was getting close to the edge, Rome pulled away and actually rolled off the bed. Yet, by the time I realized what was happening, he returned with a condom and a bottle of lube. He set them aside and lay on top of me, kissing my collarbone.

“From here on out, you have two jobs,” Rome murmured against my skin. “When you don’t feel comfortable, you say stop. And when you like something, you say more. Got it?”

I nodded, an unexpected knot forming in my throat. So perfectly protective.

“When you’re uncomfortable?” he prompted.

“Stop,” I rasped.

“And when you like it?”

“More.”

Rome flashed me a brilliant smile that squeezed my heart.

He resumed kissing and stroking me, shoving how much he’d been holding back in our previous times together. I soared. Every part of me tingled and ached. I couldn’t even form the word “more.” There were only low, guttural moans and desperate, needy whimpers.

Sweat covered me as he steadily worked slick fingers into my hole, stretching me. Pain a bit here and there, but each time, Rome chased it away with more pleasure. I was riding a wave that was growing bigger and bigger, threatening to consume my entire world.

After what felt like hours of delicious torment, he finally pushed inside of me, and I choked out a stunned “Stop!”

Rome froze. A line of sweat streaked down the side of his face as his dark eyes locked with mine.

“Hurt?” he demanded, his voice so rough it was almost unrecognizable.

I mentally double-checked. There was some pain, but not nearly as much as I’d expected. “No, I…” I struggled for the right words, and Rome waited patiently, as if I couldn’t feel his body trembling with need. “Just so full.”

Rome’s smile returned. “It gets even better.”

He retreated slightly and entered again, moving even deeper. The sound that left me was indescribable. This was heaven. The heat and fullness. Such an amazing connection. Why had sex never felt like this before?

By the time he was completely inside of me, I could no longer remain still. I raised my hips, meeting each of his thrusts while clinging to his shoulders.

Rome fucked me so deep. The slap of our sweat-damp skin. The cries of pleasure. Frantic kisses that were mostly teeth and tongue. I loved it all. Nothing had ever felt so right. So completely consuming.

It took three quick strokes of my hand on my cock to come. I shouted Rome’s name, and my lover followed right behind me.

For several minutes, we lay plastered to each other, covered in sweat, cum, and saliva. My body tingled from head to toe, and my brain was fuzzy.

“You okay?” Rome mumbled, his face mostly pressed into a pillow.

“Holy shit,” I panted.

Rome huffed a weary laugh and lifted his head. “That good, huh?”

“Holy shit,” I repeated, because they were the only two words I knew.

He kissed me slowly. Each brush of his lips against mine woke more brain cells, getting real thoughts churning again.

I raised my hand and cupped his cheek, my thumb rubbing along the short beard he wore on his chin and jaw.

Rome closed his eyes and leaned into my touch, seeming to soak it in.

How was I so lucky? This man was sweet, generous, patient, and so fucking funny.

Okay, he could be evil too, but we were good at being evil to each other when pissed.

The fact that I got a second chance to be his friend and now lover felt too hard to believe.

Rome should have been happily married to a person who worshiped him.

Someone who protected him every moment of the day.

But was that someone me? Could it be me after I was the one who’d hurt him so badly?

Dating Rome came with a tremendous responsibility—protecting him and his money from the assholes of the world.

What if I fucked up? I’d already screwed up my first marriage.

I’d walked away from a job I loved because I couldn’t stand up to my boss.

“Wanna grab a shower? I was thinking of rummaging through the fridge. Finding a snack.”

I shoved aside my worries and nodded. “Sounds good to me. I am a mess.”

Rome chuckled and gave me a quick smacking kiss before hopping off the bed to deal with the condom. I followed him a couple of minutes later after I discovered that my body was now full of aches following our wonderful sex. A hot shower sounded like heaven.

Unfortunately, the hot water didn’t help to clear my head like I’d hoped.

I found Rome in the kitchen with a scattering of fruit, cheese, and crackers on the counter.

He was wearing only a pair of shorts, and his hair was wet, as if he’d showered in another bathroom.

He grinned at me, his mouth full of cheese.

My answering smile was a little wilted.

“Post-sex regret?” Rome inquired after he swallowed his cheese.

“Nope. That was fucking amazing, and to hell with anyone who thinks they can regret that.”

He looked less worried but more confused as I slid onto a stool at the counter. “It’s work.” I took a breath and released it. “I quit.”

“What?” Rome gasped and choked on the cracker he’d shoved into his mouth. I ran around the counter and pounded him on the back while searching for a glass or a bottle of water.

Rome waved me off as soon as he could draw in air. I hurried to the fridge and snagged a bottle of water. Only after setting it in front of him and feeling sure he wasn’t about to suffocate did I return to my stool.

“What the fuck?” he demanded roughly. “What happened?”

Biting down on my tongue, I held in my words as I tried to decide whether to unload the full truth on him or try to censor it. But that was wrong. If we had any shot at dating and having a decent relationship, I had to tell him the truth.

“It’s about that stupid donation my boss wants. She’s been hassling me.”

“Shit. I’m sorry. I always planned to make that donation. Give me a second. I’ll make a phone call and get that settled now?—”

“No.” The word came out more sharply than I intended, and I winced.

“That…that won’t fix anything. She wanted me to increase the amount I asked for because we’re having legal problems with the owner of the land where we plan to do a dig this spring.

And when I told her I wasn’t comfortable with this because I was sort of dating you, she got excited. ”

“Wait! You outed yourself to your boss? You actually told her we were dating?”

I blinked against the brilliant smile that was spreading across his face, and there was no way I could stop the answering smile on my mouth. Rome hurried around the counter to pull me into a hug as soon as I nodded.

“I can’t believe it,” he said in a choked voice. His arms were so tight he was almost crushing bones. “I just…even if we started dating…I thought…” He couldn’t complete the thought.

“You didn’t think I’d tell the world about you?”

He pulled away but couldn’t look me in the eye. A soft blush was painting his cheeks. “Well, I mean…not right away. It can sometimes take a while for people to feel comfortable telling others they’re in a non-hetero relationship.”

“True. But telling my boss wasn’t much of a risk. Emily is a lesbian, and she’s not exactly quiet about it. What was one more person on her staff?”

Rome lifted his eyes to me, his happiness undimmed. “Okay, but I’m still so proud of you. But this donation…”