The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(131)

Roman motions me inside, but I hesitate. “I’ll just go back to our…”

“Sit, pet,” he orders while cupping his hand over the receiver of the phone. He’s smiling. But then, he’s been smiling a lot in the two days we’ve been here. I’m proud of each one because it feels like I gave that to him. When I start to walk around to the front of the sofa and sit, he stops me. “On the back of the sofa, Ana. Sit facing me so I can see you.”

His command sends ripples of desire through me. Which, after the workout he gave me earlier, should be impossible. I sit on the back of the sofa, feeling weird. Roman gets up, all while still talking on the phone about some deal overseas. I’m not really listening; I’m entranced with the look in his eyes.

He comes to a stop in front of me and adjusts the sheet so it gathers at my hips, leaving the entire top part of my body exposed. My nipples tighten and pebble as the cool air hits them. Roman bends down and moves his lips over one, and then the other. I whimper at the feel of his tongue brushing against them. He centers in on my right breast, using his tongue to bathe it, flicking back and forth along the nipple slowly and methodically. Moisture pools between my legs, painting the insides of my thighs. I bury my fingers in his hair, needing more of him. He sucks the nipple in his mouth and I gasp loudly, my * quivering. He releases it, blowing against my breast with his heated breath. My eyes close at the sensations he evokes. When I feel his mouth on my nipple again, I thought I knew what to expect, but then he bites it—and not gently. He does it in a way that the pain washes through me and makes my whole body quake because I know with Roman, that sting of pain means more pleasure than I could have ever dreamed before him.

I cry out his name. “Roman! Give me more, please?” I whimper.

When he rises up with a look of satisfaction on his face, I realize he’s still on the phone. I bite my lip hard to keep from begging him to f*ck me. Roman backs away to his chair. He sits down, watching me. I swallow against the intensity in his look.

“Maria, we’ll have to finish this discussion later. Something has come up requiring my attention,” he says, hanging up the phone.

“Who’s Maria?” I ask, jealousy firing on all cylinders before I can stop it. Heat hits my face because I know Roman realizes my possessiveness.

“My secretary, pet.”

“Is she pretty?”

“Beautiful,” he says and a sick feeling twists in my stomach.

“Have you… f*cked her?”

“Would it matter? I haven’t touched another woman since I saw your picture, Ana. I haven’t even looked at another one.”

“It shouldn’t matter…”

“But it does?”

“I’m sorry.” I know I am being unreasonable, but I’m still wishing I could throat punch his secretary right now.

Then, Roman grins. He grins.

“My possessive little pet. I think I like this side of you. But it doesn’t matter,” he says, unzipping his pants, his eyes never leaving mine.

“It doesn’t?” I ask, losing track of the conversation because I can’t drag my eyes away from Roman as he takes his cock out of his pants. It’s fully erect, and just seeing it makes my insides clench with need.

“No,” he says, but it’s his hand that has my attention. His hand is squeezing his cock and then stroking it so slowly that I swear I can see as every centimeter of his dick vanishes behind his hand. As the head disappears where I can’t see it, I watch as his other hand comes out and massages his balls. His cock becomes shiny with the juice dripping down it. Everything inside of me is demanding I go to him and take him in my mouth.

“Why doesn’t it matter?” I ask, my tongue coming out to lick against my bottom lip, wishing I could taste that one large drop of pre-cum that drops from the head of his cock onto his hand.

“My secretary is a happily-married great grandmother of five.” My eyes move up to him at that and he’s… grinning.

“Asshole,” I grumble. I want to watch his cock again, but the joy in his smile is more captivating. I couldn’t turn away from it if I wanted to. Then, he laughs. A full, deep laugh. If I hadn’t already admitted to myself that I was in love with Roman, this would be the moment. He’s laughing.

“You are constantly surprising me, pet,” he says, and he has no idea. Yet, his words make me inwardly cringe. How surprised will he be when he finds out my biggest secrets?

I swallow, needing to distract myself. I don’t want to think about that. Not right now. Not with Roman stroking himself and my body exposed to him.

“Roman, you’re driving me crazy. I need…”

“What, pet? What do you need? Do you need to be f*cked?”

“Yes! God, yes.”

“You need me to pound that *, sweetheart?”

“Please, Roman, stop teasing me,” I whimper. I start to slide off the sofa. I don’t care if I have to crawl to him. At this point, I’d do anything—I’m that close to the edge.

“Don’t move, Ana. Stay where you’re at.”

My body feels as if it weighs a thousand pounds as I brace myself on the back of the sofa again. I know Roman by now. If I disobey him, he’ll torture me for hours.

“How long do I have to sit like this?” I ask him, letting my eyes go back to watching his hand move slowly back and forth on his cock.