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I sit up as he places the tray across my lap and kisses my cheek. “You look like you slept well. How are you feeling?”

I follow his gaze to the lingering rope marks on my arm. My stomach dips as memories from last night come crashing back to me. I never knew it was possible to be so present in my body, to be so immersed in the experience that the only thing I could focus on was the sensations I was experiencing.

Holy hell, was that hot.

My body is still buzzing from the high.

Roman mutters something under his breath and chuckles, and I realize that my flashback wasn’t quite as private as I thought.

“What was that?” I say, trying to seem casual. This man may have earned himself a permanent spot in my god-tier sex category last night, but I think his ego’s had enough stroking.

“I asked you if you were sore?” Roman says, eyeing me with a curious look.

“Oh…” I stretch my arms over my head. My muscles are a little tight, but it’s the good kind of ache, the kind that’s earned, like a medal you can wear around your neck.

“Just a little. No worse than after a good Pilates class.”

Pilates is hard as fuck, but Roman doesn’t need to know that.

The knowing smile he gives me tells me he was expecting me to downplay my soreness. “Good.” He pulls a couple of ibuprofen from his pocket and places them in my hand with a wink. “Why don’t you take these just in case?”

This fucking man. He never ceases to surprise me with the level of attention and care he gives me.

I hate to admit it. But I genuinely believe he may actually be perfect.

Rolling my eyes, I toss back the pills. Because now that I’m thinking about it, my back is pretty sore. Guess I’ll just need to build some stronger muscles to support myself. What a pity.

Lips pulling into a cocky smirk, he playfully ruffles my hair. “Good girl.”

I don’t understand how it’s possible for his teasing words to both piss me off and turn me on at the same time. But that’s exactly what happens. Irritation flickers inside me as warmth spreads through my belly.

Suddenly, I feel like teaching this man a lesson.

Batting my eyelashes, I walk my fingers over his shoulder and brush a palm over his scruffy jaw.

I’m not the only one who feels the shift. Roman’s eyelids flutter closed as he leans into my touch. “We should…” He stops short when I dip my hand down beneath his T-shirt. “We should take it easy today,” he finally manages, but when I kick a leg over and climb on top of him, his body tells me a different story.

I lift my T-shirt from the hem and pull it over my head, leaving me completely naked, straddling him.

His throat works and his jaw tightens, his hands gripping my ass before gliding slowly upward to cup my breasts. “I was trying to be a gentleman,” he hisses.

I grind my ass against his hardening cock as I arch my back and press my tits in his face. The stubble on his jaw brushing against my aching nipples feels absolutely euphoric, and when he cups my breast and sucks one into his mouth, I nearly levitate from the sensation.

“Goddamn, your body is so fucking reactive,” he says as he moves his attention to the other side. “It makes me want to tie you up and discover all the new ways I can make you come.” He swirls his tongue over my hard nipple before sucking it between his lips.

I yelp at the faint pinch of his teeth as a rush of silky heat pools between my legs.

With my nipple still in his mouth, I feel his mouth curling into a grin.

As much as I’d love to experience my first ever nipple-gasm, I’ll have to save that for another time. Right now, I’m on a mission. I have some humbling to do.

Without another word, I crawl off him and saunter toward the bathroom, Roman already stripping off his T-shirt as he follows right behind me.

“Good boy,” I call over my shoulder, tossing his teasing words right back at him.

If anything, my playful teasing has him more turned on than annoyed, as evidenced by his darkening eyes.

I grow a little more confident as I let the fantasy take over. Only this time, I’m not playing a role.