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To keep her and to fix things with Tahani, I will do whatever I have to do. Face whatever I have to face. Fuck the rules. Fuck right or wrong. Fuck Guerrero, Francisco, and their war. I will never give up my daughter or Mila. Not for anyone.
Mila's quiet for a moment, thinking. "Okay," she whispers then, her voice soft and sweet…and full of hope.
My eyes fall closed, relief running through me like an electric current.
Chapter Twenty
Roman
“I’m not ready to go,” I whisper, pressing my forehead to Mila’s, my hands sinking into her thick hips. “Christ.”
My heart feels like it’s trying to claw its way out of my fucking chest at the thought of leaving.
“You have to go.” She drags her hands through my hair, her voice sweet. “Your boss needs you. Besides, I’ll only be a few days behind you.”
A few days sounds like a fucking lifetime when she’s been in my bed and on my cock every day for the last three weeks. I want to tell her to skip her fucking interview tomorrow and come with me now, but I swallow the words back, trying like hell not to be selfish with her.
“You’re coming straight to the house when you get to LA,” I growl, palming her ass. “No stopping.”
“What if I have to pee?”
The smile in her voice tells me that she’s fucking with me.
“Hold it, Mila.”
“What if I want food?”
I press my lips to her ear. “I intend to feed you my cock as soon as you’re back in my arms, Mila. You won’t need food.”
She moans, pressing her hot little body up against mine. “Roman,” she cries. “You can’t say things like that when you’re leaving!”
I hide my smirk against her shoulder. “Should have thought about that before you started fucking with me, Mila. Now, you’ll spend the next three days thinking about choking on my cock.”
She whimpers, her face going to my throat. “You’re so mean to me.”
“Mean?” I crane her head back until her eyes meet mine. “No, baby. If I were being mean to you, I’d tell you that you aren’t allowed to touch my fucking pussy until I see you again.”
Her eyes go comically wide. “You wouldn’t.”
I briefly consider it—torturing her for the next three days, making her live in the same fucking agony I’m going to be living in until she’s wrapped around my cock again—but quickly discard the plan. Getting this woman off is my motherfucking mission in life. If I can’t have her in my bed tonight, she’ll ride her pretty little fingers and scream my name while I watch Facetime.
“Keep fucking with me,” I say instead of telling her that, and then I nip her bottom lip. “You know how much I love refusing to let you come until you’re begging for mercy, baby.”
“Yes,” she says, bobbing her head empathically, her eyes wide and dramatically. “That’s because you’re a controlling, dominant pain in my a—”
I crush my mouth to hers before she can finish that sentence and get herself into the trouble we both know she’s itching for. I wrap my tongue around hers, drawing it into my mouth to suck on it.
Her legs tremble beneath her, her fingers pulling at my hair. Goddamn. I love when she gets rough. My balls throb, need for her churning through me like lava.
I reluctantly drag my mouth from hers, pressing sweet kisses to each corner of her mouth and then to her cheeks. “I’m going to miss the fuck out of you, baby.”
“I’ll miss you too, Roman.” She sighs sadly, pushing her way back into my arms—removing every ounce of space between us. We just hold each other for a long moment, reluctant as hell to let go.
Christ, I don’t want to fucking let go.
“Promise me something?” she whispers after a minute.
I don’t even have to ask to know what she wants from me. Tahani. My daughter has been weighing heavily on her mind since she ran out of here three days ago. I’ve texted her daily to tell her I love her, but otherwise, I’m giving her space. I know she’ll come to me when she’s ready. That’s how Tahani operates. I can’t force her to forgive me before she’s ready, as much as I want to do exactly that.
