Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
One side of his mouth pulled up, but only for a second before he pinned his lips together and carried on. Instead of pumping into her, he changed tactics. He began to roll his hips and grind deep, while jamming his hand between them to thumb her clit. He also tightened his grip on her neck so he could feel her throat working beneath his fingers.
“Rome…”
He did his best to ignore his name and focus on the end game… making her come.
“Rome…”
He closed his eyes because he couldn’t watch her face twist in pleasure. Pleasure he was giving her.
“Rome…”
Wait. Maybe it wasn’t pleasure. Was something wrong?
He lifted one eyelid to check. Oh, fuck no. Nothing was wrong, everything was right.
Like him, she was only losing her mind. In the best way possible.
He continued to circle both his hips and her clit until…
Thank fuckin’ fuck.
The second the ripples turned to a full-blown orgasm, he chased her down that path and they both arrived at their final destination only seconds apart.
That was far too close for his liking. He had a reputation to protect. Not only being a lover of the ladies but being good in bed. Coming before Maddie would have fucked that up.
Happy that he was still king, he released her throat and replaced his hand with his face instead. It remained buried in her neck until his breathing slowed a bit and his dick began to soften. When it did, he quickly secured the wrap at the base and reluctantly slipped from her.
With a groan, he rolled off and onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, and wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. With the one not holding the full wrap, of course, because having a latex tube full of cum slap him in the face was not on the agenda.
With a satisfied moan, Maddie stretched her arms over her head and pointed her toes before twisting her head to stare at him. He didn’t have to look at her to know she was doing it, the heat of her stare burned into the side of his bald head.
“Bathroom’s in the hallway. Throw that in the trash and don’t flush it. I don’t need a bill from the landlord for a clogged toilet.”
What the fuck? That was what she had to say? Nothing about his skills or how intense her orgasm was or how he was the best fuck she ever had?
Just... don’t clog her damn toilet?
Maybe she needed to hear some appreciation on his end first. “Perfect night. Good food. Good woman.”
She tipped her ear forward. “What was that?”
“Heard me.”
She smiled but didn’t return the same recognition. Or, hell, any.
For fuck’s sake.
“All right…” She slipped from the bed and headed to her pile of clothes.
“Watcha doin’?”
She began to get dressed. Unfortunately, covering up the body he preferred naked. “I need to clean up the kitchen.”
“Now?” he barked.
She glanced at him as she finished pulling up her shorts. “No, a week from now. When the chili has mold growing on it and the dishes need to be sandblasted.”
His eyebrows pinned together. “When’d you get such a smart mouth?”
“When was it dumb?”
He shook his head and grumbled, “The jokes.” Was she trying to ruin a good night?
“I figured you’d have a sense of humor.”
“Got a sense of humor.”
“You could’ve fooled me.”
“Maybe you just ain’t funny.”
She shrugged. “Now, this was great, but I have stuff to do.”
“You’re kickin’ me out?”
“I thought we were done. What am I missing?”
I thought we were done. He pulled in a breath and stared at the now clothed woman he just fucked. “Didn’t know you were in a fuckin’ rush to get it over with.”
Her eyebrows hiked up her forehead. “Huh. You don’t like it when the shoe’s on the other foot?”
“What you talkin’ about?”
“Aren’t you the king of hit and run?”
His brow furrowed. “Hit and run?”
“Smash and dash? Hump and dump? Pounce and bounce? Dip and duck? Fuck it and chuck it?”
“Jesus fuck,” he muttered. “Know what the fuck hit and run means. Just surprised to hear you use it.”
“Do you think I’ve never been a victim of a hit and run?”
His head jerked. “You fuckin’ ran quicker than shit after that night in the RV.”
“I didn’t know you wanted me to linger.”
At the time, he didn’t because he preferred to stay breathing. Something her stepdaddy could easily change if Shade caught the two of them together. And found out Romeo took Maddie’s virginity.
The truth was, he’d most likely remain breathing while the Fury member skinned him alive first. He’d stop eventually but only after fucking suffering for longer than he’d like.
So, fuck no, he didn’t want Maddie to linger in his bed that night since he didn’t have a fucking death wish. He had been only doing her a solid, anyway, by doing what she asked for. Nothing more.