“Naughty girl.” He groans, rubbing his hard-on right where I want it.
I squirm, eager to make the most of the friction, even if he’s not buried inside me yet. Roman pushes my hips down and licks across my breast, through the bra that he hasn’t taken off. I squirm. “Please!”
He drags my bra over my breasts and sucks and nibbles across my tits. I arch my back, trying to get more from his featherlight kisses. He bites me in punishment, right around my nipple. I groan, struggling against the restraints.
Roman curses and frees my wrists, pulling me onto his lap so he can kiss me and touch me gently. We tear our clothes off each other and I only calm down once he’s deep inside me. I moan as my eyes roll back and wrap my arm around his neck.
Roman nods. “I needed this.” He thrusts into me hard. “You.” Another thrust. “Always.”
“I’m yours forever,” I promise.
We fuck hard and fast, losing our sanity and control together until he comes hard. I finish with him and we cuddle together. I stroke his chest and kiss along his skin. “I love you, Roman.”
“I want to take you to Paris.”
ROMAN
Iclose my eyes. I don’t know why I said it. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh, but Sophie just keeps kissing across my chest. “When?”
“You’re not upset about that?”
“Do I get a say in what we do?”
“And when we go.” I agree. “Same for tomorrow.”
“That’s good because I’ve already had tomorrow planned.” She murmurs. “So Paris?”
“Next month.”
She adjusts against me and turns my face so she can meet my eyes. Her fingers stroke over my jaw. “Roman, what’s going on? I know I’m having issues with accepting working for the rest of my life and I miss my friends. What about you?”
I don’t know how to start saying what I feel. That I don’t want to work anymore at all. That I want to spend my time with family, friends, and do what I love instead of meeting the demands of others. Isn’t that what rich people are supposed to get to do?
And I want to marry Sophie. I want to set it all up, have her marry each of us, even if the others are in spirit. I want her as my wife. I don’t care if it’s too early. We moved in together too early. Had sex too early, did everything too early, but it’s worked out.
“Roman?” She kisses my forehead. “Talk to me, please?”
“I’m going to talk to the guys.”
“About?”
I take her hand and circle her ring finger. She swallows and blushes hard. “You are?”
“Yes. I know it’s early Sophie and if you’re going to say no, tell me now. Please.” I hold her hand tightly. “I should know now before I have the conversation.”
“I’m not going to say no.” She whispers, so softly, I barely hear her.
I smile and kiss her hungrily. How can she make me feel so much better with one fucking sentence? She adjusts in my arms and rubs my chest. “They have to agree and then we have to tell my mom and dad. They should probably get married first.”
“They …” I chuckle. “Honey, they already did.”
“What?!” She squeaks.
“Why do you think they stayed another day? I’ve seen the marriage certificate. They thought about having a party, but Diana didn’t think it was necessary.”
“They didn’t even tell me!” Sophie deflates a little. “We should have a party or do something nice for them.”
“Or, for a change, we can focus on you.”