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"What are you thinking about so hard, baby?" Roman slides an arm around my waist from behind. He pulls me back into the hard wall of his chest, nuzzling his face into my hair. His hair is still damp from his shower, and he's not wearing anything except a pair of jeans.
My stomach dips and spins, my body melting into his embrace.
"Nothing," I mumble, knowing he won't like it if I tell him that I'm worrying about Tahani again.
"Liar." He kisses my neck and then reaches out and steals my phone from me.
"Roman," I protest, spinning around and trying to take it back from him.
He's a lot faster than I am, though. Before I can grab it from him, he slips it into his back pocket and crosses his arms over his broad chest, his piercing hazel eyes narrowed on me. Even scowling, he's gorgeous.
"I was using that." I glare up at him, refusing to be intimidated even though he is all kinds of intimidating.
"No, you weren't," he says, his deep voice firm. "You were obsessing again."
"Was not," I mumble and then sigh, unable to lie to him. "Okay, maybe I was, but I wish she'd respond to me. Even if all she says is that she hates me, it's better than her not saying anything."
"She doesn't hate you."
I snort, not so sure about that. Tahani and I have never gone this long without speaking to one another.
"We're not talking about this tonight, Mila," he says, his expression softening as he tugs me back into his arms. "We're celebrating." His lips descend on mine, sweeping back and forth until I give in and kiss him back, heat twisting through me.
He grunts when my tongue touches his, sliding his hands down my back to my ass. He squeezes once and then lifts me up with his hands on my thighs.
I squeak, as surprised as ever at how effortlessly he picks me up, and then twine my legs around his waist. My hands go to his hair, where I tug and pull. He growls into my mouth and bites my lip before reluctantly slowing the kiss. He lingers for a long moment, his lips resting against mine, before he pulls back.
His gaze roves across my face, a satisfied gleam in his eyes. "That's better," he mutters under his breath.
"What's better?" I'm too turned on to think straight. I swear, every single time he touches me, I forget everything but him and how much I want him.
"I like you looking all disheveled and turned on a whole hell of a lot more than I like you looking sad," he says.
"I'm not sad."
"You're a terrible liar." He kisses me again before sliding me down his body. Once I'm on my feet, he tips his head forward and presses his lips to my forehead. "Stop obsessing and go get dressed. I'm taking you out tonight."
"You don't have to do that, Roman."
He just stares at me, not saying anything.
"It's just a job," I tell him quietly, fidgeting under the weight of that gaze. He's so commanding, so bossy. That authority is right there in those gorgeous hazel eyes as he focuses on me, stripping me bare. He always knows what I'm thinking. It's unnerving. And hot.
He watches me for another moment, then shakes his head and smiles at me. "No, it's not just a job. It's your new job in LA, baby. I'm fucking proud of you, and we're celebrating." He taps me on the ass, pushing me toward the en suite bathroom. "Now stop being a pain in the ass and go get dressed."
"Fine," I grumble, rolling my eyes at him. Truthfully, I'm proud of myself, too. When I first got the interview with the Triton Agency, I wasn't sure if the job was right for me or if they'd even want to hire me. But after meeting with them the day before yesterday, I was crazy excited to get the job offer yesterday. I'll have to work my way up from the bottom, but I'm okay with that.
"I'm not a pain in your ass, though," I tell Roman, fucking with him because I like to rile him up. Pissing him off always ends in orgasms for me. "You're a pain in mine."
He grabs me by the shirt and pulls me back to him. His mouth descends on my neck, where he bites me. "I haven't been in your ass yet," he breathes in my ear, nipping my skin. His voice is full of wicked promise. "But I will be soon, baby. I promise you that."
I moan loudly, wetness pooling between my legs at his threat. God, he makes me want things I've never even considered before him. He does things to me that I never even knew existed before him. He's a force to be reckoned with and more than a little kinky. I love every single second of it.
"This body is mine, Mila." He grabs my ass again and squeezes, making me moan again. One big hand travels up my body, leaving a trail of fire everywhere he touches me. "I'm going to own every single part of you." He bites my neck again and then steps away from me. "Now go get ready so I can take you out."
I exhale a shaky breath and nod, but I'm so turned on that it takes me a minute to remember how to move my legs. He just stares at me the entire time, his eyes dark and hungry.
"Go," he mouths, and I know he's about two seconds away from throwing me on the bed and fucking me. His jaw is tight, and his hands are clenched into fists, like he's trying to keep himself from yanking me back into his arms.
