Fuck, I think I’m in love.
I bury my head into her neck and tug on her earlobe littered with gold studs. “Show me what you look like when you come, Princess.”
Her breaths are hot and sharp. I tug farther on the silk fabric around her neck, lowering it to give me access. I flick my tongue against her warm skin and press my lips there next.
“Ro–Rome.” My name is a breathless sigh falling from her mouth.
It’s like I already know what her body needs. I suck on her skin gently, nipping her with my teeth. Her hips move back and forth, meeting my fingers, and then she dips her head backward, giving me even more access to her neck to nibble on.
One more nick of my teeth, and she’s a goner.
I’m desperate to watch, so I force myself to lean back and gaze at her thirstily.
Tessa is wildly tempting when she glares at me or rolls her eyes in my direction, but watching her come undone from my touch alone is an entirely new level of obsession.
I care about nothing else at this moment, except for when I’m going to get to watch Tessa unravel again.
Our eyes meet after her high, hers dazed and sated, mine fiery and hot.
“Now what?” she asks, voice raspy, eyelashes fluttering.
I readjust her panties, my fingers wet from her arousal. I gaze at her as I trace a line down her inner thigh, a dampness lingering behind.
“Now we go back out there and do what we set out to do.” I reach up and re-tie the silk sash around her neck, hiding the faint mark that I hope she finds later.
“What did we set out to do?” she asks, still dazed from the orgasm.
I step away, and she watches me the entire way to the door. “Proving to the media that there’s nothing going on between us.”
The realization comes back to her, the flush of her skin slowly disappearing.
“But Tess?” My hand rests on the door handle, and I gaze at her over my shoulder. “There’s definitely something going on between us.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
TESSA
Beck
Looks like your plan worked. No more Ressa.
A photoof Rome and Rebecca comes through with Beck’s text, and a surge of jealousy comes with it.
I quickly swipe it away, irritated at my reaction.
Firstly, I’m not the type of woman who gets jealous of other women. Secondly, they’re not even a thing. And lastly, who am I to get jealous ofRome’sdate?
He gave me an orgasm and maybe made the night somewhat bearable after the disaster with Jasper, but that’s it.
I was happy to see that we both acted completely normal the next morning and days following.
Just like when we kissed.
We have a job to do, and there is really no room for anything else. Not even an argument from the faint hickey on my neck that I’ve had to cover up with makeup.
I told Beck it was a mosquito bite, and that’s what I’m sticking with.
Van
