Page 23 of Deceit & Desire

Roman looked up at me and slowly, deliberately kissed the inside of each of my thighs before he nodded, jerking his chin at my bra. “I thought I told you to get rid of the lingerie, baby girl.”

“Yes, sir.” Without a word, I reached around behind me and un-clasped my bra, tossing it aside and baring myself completely.

Roman stood, groaning and palming the considerable bulge in the front of his jeans, giving it a hard squeeze as his gaze raked over me from head to toe.

“How the fuck have you managed to get more perfect with age?”

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ROMAN

Zoe lowered her lashes, not meeting my gaze. “You always did know the exact right way to flatter a girl, Rome.”

“It’s not flattery if it’s true, baby.” I kicked off my boots while I unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it off, tossing it on the floor. With a sight like her in front of me, the room was suddenly much too hot for clothes, and my jeans were painfully tight in the crotch until I unbuttoned them, unzipped, and shoved them down to my ankles right along with my boxer briefs. Nobody had time to be taking things off one at a time.

“Sure.” Zoe rolled her eyes like she didn’t quite believe me.

“What’s that look about?” I frowned, not used to seeing my little five-foot-nothing spitfire be shy or self-conscious, especially not with me.

Zoe crossed her arms over her soft belly like she was trying to hide it from me and looked away. “It’s just... you haven’t seen me naked since I was eighteen, and I’m not exactly the same size as I was back then. I was maybe a hundred and fifteen pounds the last time you saw me like this.”

I climbed into bed with her, lying down beside her on top of the quilt and taking one of her hands in mine, guiding it to my hard, throbbing cock. Gently, I wrapped her dainty fingers around my shaft and squeezed, my hips bucking into her silky touch of their own accord. “Tell me something, baby girl.”

“What?” Zoe’s breathless whisper raised goose bumps on my skin, and I shivered with pleasure, guiding her hand up and down my shaft, helping her stroke my cock in slow, delicious strokes.

“Does it feel to you like I’m just handing you some bullshit flattery right now? Just the sight of your beautiful body has my cock so hard it fucking hurts, baby. I’ve been dying to see you like this ever since I spotted you waiting on your luggage at the airport, all dressed up in your ass-kicking executive clothes. You’ve always been gorgeous, but I don’t wish you still had the same body you had when you left here at eighteen.”

Zoe bit her lip and I had to stifle a groan at the sinful thoughts that stampeded through my mind at the sight. “Can you honestly tell me you don’t miss the fit body and flat stomach?”

“I can, and I will. I don’t give a fuck that you’re not a hundred and fifteen pounds anymore. I love your curves, Zoe.” I rolled on top of her, nudging her thighs apart and settling myself between her legs. Gripping my cock, I rubbed the head of it up and down her dripping wet slit, coating it with her pussy juices until she writhed and squirmed beneath me.

“Roman, please,” Zoe whimpered, bucking her hips, grinding against my cock.

“I meant it when I said you’ve gotten even more perfect with age. I loved every second of having my face buried between those beautiful, thick thighs.” I buried myself balls-deep inside her, then, groaning at how hot and wet and fucking perfect she was. Her sweet little pussy gripped my cock like we were made for each other, and my eyes rolled back in my head at how right it felt.

“You think I give a fuck that your belly isn’t flat when you’ve got tits for days and the most perfect, pillowy heart-shaped ass I’ve ever seen in my life?” I pulled almost all the way out, only leaving the head of my cock inside her.

Zoe reached up and raked her fingernails down my back, her green eyes cloudy and unfocused with need. “I don’t know what to think. I can’t fucking string a coherent thought together with you torturing and teasing me like this.”

“You wanna talk about torture, baby? Spending every day of the last ten years without you, aching for you… that was actual torture.” I plunged deep inside her, driving my point home with a vengeance.

Moaning, Zoe wrapped her legs around my waist, arching into my thrust, taking me deeper. She looked up at me through heavy-lidded eyes and reached up, lightly scraping her fingernails through my beard before cupping my face in her hands. “I hope you know me leaving didn’t have anything to do with you, Roman. It just hurt too much to say here after my mom died and Missy, too... I wasn’t trying to abandon you. I just... needed to be anywhere but here for a while, and then it was easier to be there than here... easier to just bury all my feelings and work all day every day, but me leaving Montana was never about me leaving you... not really, no matter what I said to you before I left.”

Suddenly, my chest was tight, and it was harder to breathe, and the whole world was tilting on its axis... spiraling into unknown territory. Her admission was so unexpected, so stunning that I didn’t know what to do or how to respond, so I just leaned down and kissed her, long and hard.

My heart thundered in my chest as I buried myself inside her, over and over again, reassuring myself that she was really here, really with me, really going to stay this time. I reveled in the feel of her, drinking it in, my hands stroking over every inch of exposed skin I could reach. I rolled us, so Zoe was on top, and gripped her hips as I thrust up into her, trying to tell her with my body all the things I was too damn scared to say out loud because, despite her declaration that she hadn’t been running away from me, I’d heard what she said to Missy in that second fight, and I hadn’t forgotten what Zoe had said to me after, when I chased her down and tried to comfort her.

“Oh, god, Roman, you feel so fucking good… even better than I remembered,” Zoe panted.

I reached up and cupped her perfect breasts in my hands, lightly teasing her nipples, pinching and pulling just hard enough to make her cry out and grind harder against me. “Did you think about me like this when you were in Miami, baby?”

“Yes,” Zoe hissed the word through clenched teeth, lowering her lashes to hide those pretty green eyes from me. “More often than I’d like to admit.”

“How often?” The question was out of my mouth, hot and demanding, before I could stop myself. I reached down between us, using the pad of my thumb to massage her clit as I waited for her answer.

Zoe’s face flushed a beautiful, deep pink as she bit her lip, shaking her head like she didn’t want to say out loud.

“How often did you think of me like this when you were in Miami? Did you touch yourself when you thought of me? Did you make yourself come with those pretty little fingers and my name on your lips?”

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