“You’re going to regret this,” Josh bites out. “You think Maddox is your savior but he’s going to fucking ruin you.”
In the mirror, Roman looks at me with his hooded dark eyes, hair a sweaty mess, lips bruised from our kisses. He’s the most gloriously beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and he’s definitely going to ruin me. I’m letting him fuck me in a medical room as my ex-fiancé stands outside, it doesn’t get more ruin worthy than this.
Mouth tilting up into a devastating grin, Roman says, “That’s a good wife, soaking my cock as your ex loses his mind. Can’t say I blame him. You make me lose my mind, too. But I’m the only one who gets you this wet, isn’t that right? I’m the only one who gets you so desperate you don’t even care where we are or who can hear us. Are you going to come for your husband now? Say my name when you do. Let everyone hear who makes you come so hard you forget to keep quiet.”
He massages my clit in hard little circles. My pussy clenches around him as my body surrenders once again, arching against him as I come.
“Roman!” I gasp, my mouth opening on a silent scream. My chest heaves and I can’t look away from the mirror as Roman’s face twists and he shudders behind me just before his hot release fills me. His groan of pleasure is something I’m going to remember always.
“That was certainly not what I expected when I came in here,” I whisper.
Roman smiles, teeth raking over my neck. “I’m always hopeful.”
Wrapping his arms around me, Roman holds me close until my breathing slows down and he has to go shower. I clean up in the restroom and while I wait for him, the only thing I can wonder is how the hell I’m going to leave him tomorrow and go back home.
THIRTY-NINE
LAVINIA
The only thing that makes it easy to be without Roman is I get to hang out with Jules daily. We’re currently recording an episode of Unscripted and Jules is losing it over how much she can’t stand love triangles, and I’m loving every second of it.
This is really why we named the podcast Unscripted because half the time we have no plans what we’re going to talk about. We’re a book girl and a sports girl talking it out.
“The only time a love triangle is acceptable is when the girl is going to end up with both guys,” Jules says, raising her hands in surrender. “I said what I said.”
“Okay, but that isn't a love triangle. A love triangle needs to have a lot of angst and drama.”
“The angst and drama I can get with. The part I hate is where the girl is stupid and she's basically encouraging both guys even though she’s clearly picked one, but she doesn't want to let the other one go,” Jules says.
“Okay, we all know that Twilight left you a little traumatized,” I say with a laugh.
“Imagine how much more enjoyable the books would’ve been had Bella dated both Edward and Jacob. I'm just saying.”
I laugh, even as I think that she's not wrong. Coming from Jules, this opinion isn’t a surprise. Let’s not forget she was in a three-way relationship in college. We close the podcast with the usual announcements from our sponsors and where people can find us on our social media. I remove my headphones and put them on the table, massaging my head.
“I need a gallon of water after that. My throat is so dry,” Jules says.
“You do get very worked up about love triangles,” I say, handing her the jug of water. I’ve been encouraging her to drink more water and bought her a 1.5L jug and told her she has to finish two of those in a day. So far, she’s been pretty good with it because it’s new. Once it loses its novelty, she’s going to go back to being parched, and doing everything but drinking water.
“Just fuck it out already is what I say. It’ll solve so many problems. Stop being so lazy.” She’s up and moving about the room, her hands animated as she talks. Then she stops and turns to look at me. “Speaking of fucking it out.”
“I thought you had laundry to fold,” I say, ignoring her comment and trying not to blush furiously.
Of course, I told her all about the medical room incident. I left out the details because that would be TMI. She knows the gist of it, and she hasn’t stopped teasing me since I came back.
“Do you want to go to the bookstore with me?” Jules asks, twirling around in her chair.
“I’ll go to the bookstore with you and buy you two new books if you fold your laundry. I’ll even sit with you while you do it.”
Jules sighs deeply. “Fine.”
The only reason I’m pushing her to do it is because she’s been telling me she wants to do it and it’s gotten to the point where she’s running out of clothes because she hasn’t put them back where they belong. She needs a little encouragement sometimes.
“What do you want for dinner tonight?” I ask, as I lie down on her bed.
Jules dumps her clothes on the bed and starts folding.
“I’m flexible.”
