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My thighs clamped around his head. “How do you knowexactlywhere to touch?” My heart pounded and my toes curled as an orgasm built.

“That’s it,” he murmured as he raised his head and shoved his fingers back inside me. The stretch made me cry out, and a climax crawled up my body. When he leaned over and flicked his tongue relentlessly against me, I orgasmed long and hard.

He grinned against my thigh. When I finished twitching underneath him, he kissed and bit me there, then climbed onto the dressing table to straddle my hips. Leaning over me, he palmed and stroked his cock. Then he took my good hand and held it in front of my face. “Lick.”

I stared at him, not fully understanding what he wanted. “Lick your palm and wrap your wet little hand around me. Your jaw is too sore for me to use your mouth.”

Heat flushed across my cheeks at his crass, blunt words. He had a dirty mouth and a creative mind, and I wondered if he planned to keep me in a perpetual state of wet embarrassment. I needed to fight back, or I knew he’d completely overwhelm me. Keeping eye contact, I slowly brought my palm to my mouth and leisurely licked across it several times before wrapping it around his cock. Then I started pumping him.

His eyes slid closed, and his head fell back. “If your slick palm feels this good, your sweet little pussy is going to be heaven.” Bringing his head forward, he opened his eyes and watched me work him.

I started bringing my other hand up to touch him, but he grasped my wrist and held my arm in place. “Don’t jar your elbow. It will hurt, and I’ll lose you.” He palmed my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers, pinching and pulling on them. My hips arched up, and I squeezed his cock harder. His rhythm broke and he wrapped a hand around mine, pumping his length several times. Then he threw his head back, groaned, and came all over my chest and neck.

He slowly opened his eyes and bent over me. “The next time I come, it’ll be balls deep inside you. Are you on birth control?”

My eyes flared, and reality smashed into me. “That’s none of your–”

He growled dangerously. “Don’t finish that sentence. My tongue was just inside your soaked cunt and you’re wearing my pearl necklace. Now answer the question.”

“Yes,” I bit out.

“Good. I’m clean and I know you are too.”

“How do you know that?” I tried to prop myself up on my elbows and instantly regretted it. “Ouch! Fuck!” I quickly lay back down.

He shook his head. “Ivan did your background check.”

He confirmed my suspicions as he climbed off me and grabbed his still-wet towel off the floor, then wiped it across my chest. Pausing, he ran his thumb through the semen on my neck and brought it to my mouth.

“Suck,” he commanded.

Again, I stared up at him. But this time, I knew exactly what he wanted. My nipples puckered, and he watched my face carefully.

“Take it,” he murmured as he pressed his thumb against my lips. “Your pupils are blown and your chest is flushed. Your body wants this.”

I slowly opened my mouth and took his thumb inside, swirling my tongue around it and tasting his salty, musky essence.

After a few seconds, he pulled out and brushed my cheek. “Such a good, sweet girl. Soon, you’re going to take me deep in your throat, and even deeper in your pussy.”

His calling me a good, sweet girl made me want to punch him in the face and crawl up his beautiful body all at once. “You think so?” I taunted.

His lips tipped up, and his eyes took on a dangerous glow. Leaning over me, he kissed and licked my nipple, then softly blew on it. The traitorous bitch puckered and went rock hard.

“That, andsomuch more.” His hand carefully wrapped around my throat, and he squeezed gently, not caring about the sticky semen still coating me there. My pussy contracted hard, and I began to worry that Roman really could make me addicted to his touch.

Chapter 22

Luna

After I cleaned up a second time, Roman helped me put on a bra and shirt. Then he wrapped his hands around my covered breasts from behind and softly kissed my shoulder.

“It’s a sad shame to cover these,” he lamented. He turned me around and kissed and nuzzled my neck and the side of my face that wasn’t covered by a fist-sized bruise. His mouth sent lust coursing through my system again. I felt a little less tired and sore this morning, but my mind churned with confusion. Since he’d handed my internship off to Ivan, Roman had come after me with a single-minded focus, and now we were married.

When Gideon arrived later that morning, he brought Roman’s laptop, my textbook, and some shopping bags with him. He also brought a bodyguard. Milo was middle-aged, had a shaved head and a serious expression, and he also wore a suit. He looked like a retired FBI agent.

Gideon placed my textbook on the counter and patted my shoulder. “I’m sorry to hear you were injured, but congratulations on your marriage.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. “Thanks?” Roman shook his head at my half-assed response, but Gideon just smiled.

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