SOPHIA
The room is insane. We have a hot tub on our balcony, and there are even little lilies in it. The lights that are strung up over it and the candles that are clustered together on the wooden railing make it look like a fairytale.
Roman and I have one king-sized bed to enjoy, an ensuite, and a little kitchenette. It’s adorable and unique, all in a bungalow style that makes me feel like we’re in a different world. Granted, that world is zombie-ridden, but I’ll blame Gunner for thinking of zombies instead of romance. And I think he only likes the game so much because the jump scares never fail to get me.
Two hands slide around my sides, and I jump before putting a hand to my heart. Roman chuckles. “What do you think of the luxury?”
“It’s amazing. Beautiful.” I turn in his arms and kiss across his neck.
He brushes my hair back, stroking down my back until I press my forehead against his chest. “Bella is …”
“A lot.” He kisses the top of my head. “And apparently determined to ruin us. Why else would she put Gunner so far away?”
“Probably because he’s the one that normally rocks the boat and tests the limits.” Roman sighs. “But I’m planning on talking with him tomorrow.”
“Holden and I are going to the spa – as friends – of course. I don’t want you guys in trouble.”
“And your father gets here tomorrow.” Roman lifts my chin. “I have a feeling he’s going to have the room right next to ours, on the other side.”
“It sounds like you’re telling me if we’re going to be rough, it needs to be now.” I tease. “As if I can possibly be sexy after such a long flight.”
“You …” He kisses my forehead. “Are always sexy, Bambina. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, how I’m feeling, any time I’m around you, I know I’m lucky to have you.”
I stare at him as my heart flutters. “Take off your pants and get in the hot tub.”
A dark, hot look comes into his eyes, and he jerks me against him, stealing my breath. “Are you giving me an order, Sophia?”
“What else am I supposed to do after you say something so romantic?” I pant.
“I think you need to be reminded of our power dynamic.” He pulls me to the bed and drops me over his knees, one arm across the small of my back, holding me in place, the other tugging my sweat pants down over my legs.
I whimper and squirm, but Roman only goes slower. I feel his fingers stroke down my thigh and the rush of warm air across my skin. He palms my ass, jiggles me, and groans. “It’s been too long since I’ve been rough with you properly.”
“And here I was going for romance,” I grumble.
He swats my ass, and I gasp. The tendrils of pain spread across my skin, but I can’t deny that the heat following the pain makes me wet. Roman brings his hand down two more times, marking each cheek with a punishing spank.
“Ah!” I whimper.
“Nothing sassy to say?”
“No.” I gasp.
He strokes along my thong, teasing me until he smacks me two more times. As he layers soft strokes of his fingertips and spanks, my body goes into overdrive. Goosebumps break out over my skin, and I know I’m soaking my panties.
“Please?” I give in.
“Please, what? I need full sentences.” But he tugs on my thong, pulling it tight across my clit until every squirm is a tease.
“Please fuck me?”
“That’s better.” He swats me again, then tosses me back on the bed. He drags my legs toward him, looking me over while licking his lips. “Take off your shirt.”
I do it without question, eager to give him whatever he wants. I know the reward is worth it. It always is with Roman. I groan as he jerks me towards him again, my ass nearly hanging off the bed. He kisses along my collarbone slowly.
Rubbing his shoulders, I savor how he feels. His hard muscular body weighing mine down, his hot mouth igniting something deep inside me. He even smells good, despite working late and the flight. My Roman.
He snares my wrists and pins them down on either side of my head. “You didn’t ask, Sophia. We’re going to have to work on your behavior.” He growls in my ear.