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Bunching up her dress around her waist, I lean in, nipping her bottom lip. “Arms up.” When she lifts her arms over her head, I pull her dress off, leaving the thick strip of black lace covering her breasts, but I tug it down around her waist. Grabbing her ass in both my hands, I lift my hips into hers and start fucking her hard. My thrusts are rough as my grip tightens, and I spread her open farther.
When her head falls forward, and her half-mast, lust-drunk gaze meets mine, I groan and move my hand up her back and into her hair, fisting it tight.
“Mine.” The word is a growl from between my lips pressed against hers before I take her mouth in a deep kiss.
I would live inside her heat and the warmth she’s wrapped around me if she let me. When her nails dig into my biceps and her walls start to clamp down on me as she comes, I know that I’m never letting her go. I will do everything within my power to keep her with me. Letting her ass go, I hook her around her waist and pull her down one last time, locking her against me as I lose myself inside her.
With my legs shaking and my chest heaving, I drop my forehead to her shoulder, and she wraps her arms and legs around me. I kiss her as my heart starts to calm, and her breathing begins to even out.
“Thank you for the doughnuts.”
Her body starts to shake before her laughter hits my ears. Leaning back, she rests against the bed still behind her, then lifts her hand to my cheek. My eyes wander over her face, and the smile is still on her lips. “How old are you today?”
“Thirty.”
“How do you want to spend your thirtieth birthday?”
“Inside you.”
“You’re already inside me.”
“Yeah.” I lean in to kiss her but stop when there is a knock on the door. “Did you order something?”
“No.” She shakes her head, looking at the door, when there’s another knock.
“Just a second,” I bite out to whoever is interrupting the best birthday I’ve ever had, lifting Elora off my cock and helping her to her feet. I urge her into the bathroom as I stand and toss the condom before yanking my shorts back into place. Grabbing the bathrobe off the back of the bathroom door, I help her into it, then head to the door.
I stop to check the peephole, and my jaw tightens when I see the man standing on the other side of the door.
“What the fuck?” I swing the door in, and my dad’s assistant’s gaze meets mine before he looks over my shoulder. I turn to look behind me and find Elora standing in the middle of the room, her hair wild, cheeks flushed, and lips still swollen. Wrapped in a robe that is so large it’s hanging off one shoulder, she looks like a woman well fucked. Stepping in front of him so he can’t see her, I watch his eyes shift to meet mine. “What are you doing here?”
“If you’d answer your phone or tell your assistant to unblock my number and everyone else’s, I wouldn’t be here while you fuck your way through Vegas. But unfortunately, your grandmother is in the hospital, and no one’s been able to get in touch with you.”
“Fuck.” I scrub my hands down my face. “What happened?”
“She had a stroke.” He attempts to step into the room, but I wrap my hand around the edge of the door. His eyes narrow, and I almost laugh. Jimmy has worked for my dad for years, and because of their long relationship, he thinks he’s earned respect that he hasn’t.
“What hospital?”
“Lenox.”
“What airport did you fly into?” I ask, knowing my father probably allowed him to use my grandmother’s jet since Jimmy likely would have thrown a fit about flying commercial to run an errand, even for him.
“LAS.”
“Give me a little time to get Elora and myself sorted. We’ll meet you at the airport.” I start to shut the door, but he blocks it with the toe of his shiny loafer.
“No. Get rid of the girl and pack your shit. The plane is waiting. Ricardo wants you back in New York.”
I grin, letting the door go, and I take a step toward him when he backs up from my no doubt terrifying expression.
“First, Elora goes where I go. Second—” I reach out, adjusting his tie. “Remember your fucking place, Jimmy.” I plant my hand against his chest and shove him back before I slam the door in his face.
“Roman?” Elora calls as I walk across the room toward my phone.
“Give me a second, baby,” I mutter, grabbing my cell. Since I have the number for Lenox Hospital programmed in from when Val was there, I dial the number and ask to be transferred to the chief of staff for the emergency department. While I wait for the call to be picked up, I look at Elora, who watches me closely. “Start packing. When we get on the plane, I’ll sort out someone to come get your van and store it until we make it back.”
“Are you okay?” she asks softly, her eyes wandering over my face.
