Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 941(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
He grinned. “I like hearing you beg. I’m going to undress you. I want you to do just what I tell you, understand?”
“Yes, I understand. I’m very good at doing what I’m told.”
“Are you?” he queried. “That’s a surprise to hear.”
“Hey!” she protested.
He smiled as he started stripping off her clothes. He fumbled slightly with her bra. “Sorry,” he muttered.
“Don’t be. Stupid thing. I always have trouble operating it. I’m thinking of getting rid of them all.”
“Good plan,” he said as he finally undid it.
“Yeah, it’s not like I have anything to support anyway.”
He narrowed his gaze as he glared down at her. “That sounded like you were putting yourself down.”
Her eyes widened. “Who me? Nope. I’ve learned my lesson.”
“I’m not so sure you have. Perhaps you need to write some lines about not putting yourself down.”
She shook her head. “No, no, no. Please.”
“Hmm. Remind me later. For now.” He stripped off the rest of her clothes. He took the time to fold each piece of her clothing carefully, setting it aside on an armchair.
He was so sweet.
Then he stood and simply stared at her.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked. She’d meant for the question to sound sassy, but instead it came off breathy and unsure.
"Darling girl, there is no way you could possibly be more perfect.”
Wow.
Just wow.
“Right back at you,” she said.
“But I haven’t even taken my clothes off.”
“You don’t have to,” she told him. “You’re already perfect in every way.”
“My family never thought that.”
“Your family are dicks who don’t deserve you,” she told him bluntly.
“Tell me how you really feel, darling,” he crooned.
“Your family are dicks who don’t deserve you,” she repeated.
He grinned. “Lie back on the bed. Let me look at you.”
She did as bid and he stood at the end of the bed, staring down at her.
“So beautiful.”
Roman stripped off his pants and then started working on the buttons of his shirt. Even when he was working from home, he dressed like he was going into an office.
“That’s so sexy,” she told him.
His eyebrows rose in surprise. “What is?”
“You taking off your shirt. So sexy.”
“Good to know. I hadn’t realized.” He folded the shirt and set it aside.
Why was he moving so slow? Was it to tease her? To make her hotter?
If so, it was working.
Too well.
Now he was dressed in a white undershirt and boxers that had images of cups of tea on them.
She giggled and he sighed.
“Not the sexiest undergarments.”
“Doesn’t matter when there’s a sexy body underneath them.” She leaned up on her elbows as he did something that was truly, extremely hot.
He reached behind and grabbed hold of the back of his singlet, ripping it off over his head in one go.
“Oh my God. I think I just came,” she muttered.
“What?” He gave her a startled look.
“That was so hot. Do it again.”
“You want me to put my shirt back on just so I can rip it off?”
“Uh-huh.”
He grinned at her, shaking his head. And she took in all of him.
So freaking hot.
He wasn’t built as big as Alexei or even Salem. But he was still all muscle. It was easy to see that he spent some time working out.
His chest and stomach were firm and bare of hair. She wanted to lick him all over.
“On second thought, leave it off.”
He chuckled and then lightly touched her leg. “Move your legs apart.”
Immediately, she obeyed him.
“God. You listen so beautifully. I want you to lie back and put your hands above your head. You’re not to move them unless I give permission, all right? I want to touch you, but I don’t want you touching me just yet.”
“I can do that.”
Her heart raced in anticipation as he kneeled between her legs and then ran his hands up the insides of her thighs.
To her surprise, he started kissing his way along her legs.
God.
Her body tightened, heat flooding her.
More. She wanted more.
He leaned over her, not really touching her anywhere except for his lips which laid kisses along her tummy.
She sucked in a breath.
Then he reached her breasts. His tongue flicked over one nipple.
“Ohh,” she moaned.
He moved to her other breast and ran his tongue over it.
“Stay still,” he warned as she started to squirm.
Bending down, he nuzzled his face against her neck, breathing her in.
“Delicious.” Then he kissed up her neck until he got to her lips, kissing her lightly then deepening it. She hungrily kissed him back.
Lord.
This was like torture.
She wanted to touch him and yet she didn’t want him to stop.
Be strong.
He pulled back and his lips parted as he breathed heavily. “You are amazing.”
She could feel herself blush and she shook her head.
He rested all of his weight on one hand as he grasped hold of her chin. “Yes, you are. Amazing and mine. Ours.”
Then he kissed her again. And the next fifteen minutes or so became a blur of need and arousal. He alternated between kissing her and playing with her breasts.