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“Greedy girl,” he rumbles close to my ear. But he doesn’t sound like he’s chastising me. Far from it.

I am greedy. I want every part of Roman. I run my hands over his muscular hips and down the side of his legs, his coarser hair running over my palms.

Every part of him is so masculine. I can feel myself getting wet all over again. He’s already kissing a path down my body as he nips and sucks on my skin. “I love the way you taste,” he rumbles into my skin.

“I like the way you taste too.” My hands have run back up to his shoulders. “I don’t want to wait.”

He stills for a moment and then drags me a good foot down the bed. I have no idea why until he flips around, his knees settling on either side of my head as his torso stretches out on top of mine.

And then I know…we’re going to taste each other at the same time.

His cock is already dangling in front of my face, and I stick my tongue out to lick it at the same moment he dives into my pussy, licking all the way down me.

My legs fall open as his cock plunges between my lips.

Its fast and messy and so perfect, our bodies tightening together, climbing higher and higher.

I break first, my cries muffled by the giant erection down my throat.

But as soon as I orgasm, he starts to cum too. When it’s done, he slides to the side, pulling me with him so that we’re a tangle of bodies. My eyes slide closed, I’m so ready for some more sleep.

That’s when Roman’s phone rings.

I lift my head, kissing his thigh. “I’m going to smash that thing with a hammer.”

He laughs. “You and me both.”

I roll away, covering my eyes with my arm. Roman climbs from the bed as he answers the phone. “Hello?”

I can’t help it, I sigh. He leans back over, kissing my cheek. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”

I hear him walking away. At the same time, the jingle of Tom’s collar alerts me I’ve got another visitor.

The cat jumps up on the bed, just as I’m covering my lower half with a sheet. “Morning,” I say. “How was your sleep in the quiet house?”

“Meow,” Tom responds, curling up by my knee.

“When should we tell Roman that you’re actually Thomasina?”

The cat lets out a yawn, not at all interested in discussing the particulars of Roman.

I smile to myself as the cat’s bushy tail brushes my hip. Later, is the answer. I don’t want to worry about anything in this moment.

For once, I just want to relax and enjoy.

This time with Roman is more than I ever imagined possible.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Roman

“It’s not evensix in the morning, Mason.”

“And yet, you picked up on the second ring while calling someone sweetheart. Maddie, I assume.”

He’s got me there. He knows exactly what I’ve been up to. Not that it should be a surprise. I did promise to distract Maddie with seduction.

What I didn’t expect was to be so distracted myself.