His tattooed hand wraps around my throat, and he looks at me earnestly. “Is this okay?”
Fuck yes, it is.I settle for a much more refined head nod. He applies the slightest pressure there, and it feels so good, ratcheting up the pleasure. Seeing his hand wrapped aroundmy throat is hot in a way I’ve never experienced before, like I’m his in this moment. Completely at his mercy.
“That’s right, be a good girl and come all over my cock.” That’s all it takes, because my body simply obeys his command. Pleasure takes over as my inner walls grip him tighter.
“Fuck,” he growls. Just when I think I’ve come down from the orgasm, Roman gets a devilish glint in his eyes. “Hang on.” That’s all the warning I get before he pulls out of me to the very tip and then slams back in.
A choked scream leaves my mouth. My hands grasp at the duvet as he pounds into me, my pussy still fluttering around him. It’s somehow prolonging the orgasm and making it fifty times more intense. I should feel embarrassed at the whining noises that are coming out of me but I’m too far gone to care.
“One more, Clover, give me one more,” he grits out between thrusts.
How do I tell him that this one’s basically never stopped? He continues to fuck me with everything he has, bottoming out with each stroke. The sensation reaches a breaking point, and I shatter, coming so hard I see stars, pussy squeezing him so hard he curses and finds his release.
His thrusts slow until he rests with his cock still inside me, and he bends forward to place a kiss between my shoulder blades. We’re both panting like we ran a marathon.
We stay like this for a moment, before he pulls out and heads toward the bathroom. I fiddle around for a minute trying to cover myself up again.
When Roman comes out, he rolls his eyes but this time there’s a genuine smile on his plush lips.
“Get in the bed.”
“But I’m half-naked.”
“Oh no, not a half-naked woman, what ever will I do?”
I scowl at him before stalking off to the bathroom. It’s not about the actual act of him seeing me mostly naked.Obviously, that ship has sailed. It’s about what this means for us. Last night could’ve been written off as a heat of the moment thing, drinking too much wine, simply getting carried away. But now this? I’m having a hard time justifying to myself why we did that.
By the time I emerge from the bathroom five minutes later, I’m as confused as ever. Roman’s sitting in the bed, leaned up against the headboard. Arms behind his head, the picture of relaxation.
“Are you going to keep staring or do you plan on joining me?”
My brain tries to fire off about five different responses at once and ends up short-circuiting, so I stare at him and narrow my eyes before heading over to my side of the bed.
“Wow, I fucked the snark right out of you? Good to know that’s possible.”
I grab one of the decorative pillows at the end of the bed and launch it at his head. It catches him off guard and actually collides with his face, giving me a sick sense of satisfaction. I skip the last few steps before peeling back the duvet and hopping in beside him. He pushes back the hair that’s fallen over his face, and he looks like a 90s movie star.
Butterflies take flight in my stomach, and suddenly I feel nervous to be here beside him, which makes no sense, seeing as we just had sex. Really,reallyhot sex. Desire races through me, and I mentally hiss at myself to calm down.I need to stop jumping my co-star’s bones.Rolling over onto my side and propping my head up, I look up at Roman. He scrolls on his phone for a moment before placing it on the bedside table and turning out the light.
“Are we going to talk about it?” I whisper.
“About what?”
“Your car’s extended warranty. Jesus Christ, Roman. Whatdo you think?” I hiss. The bed lightly shakes with his laughter. His stupid, beautiful laughter.
“Lead the way then.”
“I... I don’t think I planned on any of this happening.”
“So?” He asks.
“So, what do we do?”
“Let’s look at this from a place of logic. We’re two consenting adults, we can do whatever we want.”
Yes,but what does that make us?I want to ask. Not wanting to seem like a clingy little schoolgirl, I simply hum in agreement. “We’re co-stars who are in a fake relationship, who had sex in Napa. It’s fine. What happens in Napa stays in Napa,” I lay out the case for us both before rolling away from him. “Sound good?”
“Perfect,” Roman says before yawning and sinking under the duvet. “Now get over here.” His muscular arm snakes around my waist and in one swift motion he tugs me back so that I’m pressed up against him. I’m being spooned by the guy I thought hated me.
