Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
He grunts when my tongue touches his, sliding his hands down my back to my ass. He squeezes once and then lifts me up with his hands on my thighs.
I squeak, as surprised as ever at how effortlessly he picks me up, and then twine my legs around his waist. My hands go to his hair, where I tug and pull. He growls into my mouth and bites my lip before reluctantly slowing the kiss. He lingers for a long moment, his lips resting against mine, before he pulls back.
His gaze roves across my face, a satisfied gleam in his eyes. "That's better," he mutters under his breath.
"What's better?" I'm too turned on to think straight. I swear, every single time he touches me, I forget everything but him and how much I want him.
"I like you looking all disheveled and turned on a whole hell of a lot more than I like you looking sad," he says.
"I'm not sad."
"You're a terrible liar." He kisses me again before sliding me down his body. Once I'm on my feet, he tips his head forward and presses his lips to my forehead. "Stop obsessing and go get dressed. I'm taking you out tonight."
"You don't have to do that, Roman."
He just stares at me, not saying anything.
"It's just a job," I tell him quietly, fidgeting under the weight of that gaze. He's so commanding, so bossy. That authority is right there in those gorgeous hazel eyes as he focuses on me, stripping me bare. He always knows what I'm thinking. It's unnerving. And hot.
He watches me for another moment, then shakes his head and smiles at me. "No, it's not just a job. It's your new job in LA, baby. I'm fucking proud of you, and we're celebrating." He taps me on the ass, pushing me toward the en suite bathroom. "Now stop being a pain in the ass and go get dressed."
"Fine," I grumble, rolling my eyes at him. Truthfully, I'm proud of myself, too. When I first got the interview with the Triton Agency, I wasn't sure if the job was right for me or if they'd even want to hire me. But after meeting with them the day before yesterday, I was crazy excited to get the job offer yesterday. I'll have to work my way up from the bottom, but I'm okay with that.
"I'm not a pain in your ass, though," I tell Roman, fucking with him because I like to rile him up. Pissing him off always ends in orgasms for me. "You're a pain in mine."
He grabs me by the shirt and pulls me back to him. His mouth descends on my neck, where he bites me. "I haven't been in your ass yet," he breathes in my ear, nipping my skin. His voice is full of wicked promise. "But I will be soon, baby. I promise you that."
I moan loudly, wetness pooling between my legs at his threat. God, he makes me want things I've never even considered before him. He does things to me that I never even knew existed before him. He's a force to be reckoned with and more than a little kinky. I love every single second of it.
"This body is mine, Mila." He grabs my ass again and squeezes, making me moan again. One big hand travels up my body, leaving a trail of fire everywhere he touches me. "I'm going to own every single part of you." He bites my neck again and then steps away from me. "Now go get ready so I can take you out."
I exhale a shaky breath and nod, but I'm so turned on that it takes me a minute to remember how to move my legs. He just stares at me the entire time, his eyes dark and hungry.
"Go," he mouths, and I know he's about two seconds away from throwing me on the bed and fucking me. His jaw is tight, and his hands are clenched into fists, like he's trying to keep himself from yanking me back into his arms.
As much as I want him to do precisely that, I think he needs to prove to himself that we can leave his house together and the world won't end.
I don't really know much about what's going on with his case. I try not to ask because telling me about it stresses him out. But I do know he's worried the entire city is on the verge of a cartel war. And he's super freaking worried that someone named Jose Guerrero is looking for him. He's anxious as hell about me getting caught in the crossfire.
So we haven't really gone anywhere together since I got here. I'm okay with that, but he needs to prove to himself that he can keep me safe. So I don't fuck with him anymore.