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Since I got away with that, I unfolded one arm from its restrictive position and snagged the bottle of lube.
“Sasha…” He growled my name, but didn’t stop rocking his hips. With the way he was leaking pre-cum, I doubted he’d stop me anytime soon, so I felt confident ignoring him. I squirted a couple pumps of lube into my hand, immediately coating his cock with it.
“Oh fuck.” He bit his lip and then glared at me, even though he looked sexier than hell instead of mad. “What did I say?”
“Do I look like I give a shit?” I answered in Russian with a smirk, working my hand up and down his shaft while he rode my cock. Faster, harder. With a fuck ton more swearing from both of us.
“You feel so fucking good,” he panted, brushing my hand out of the way and stroking himself.
“Fuck, yes,” I said, taking the opportunity to grab his hips with both hands. Holding him in place, I thrust up harder from the bottom. My balls drew up tighter each time the tight heat of his body enveloped my cock, pushing us both closer to the edge.
To help that happen, I took his face between my hands and yanked him downward, crushing his lips to mine. I fucked into him even harder with my tongue and my cock, fingers twisted in his golden hair until we had no choice but to pull apart for air.
“Oh my God! Sasha… I’m—” He came with a strangled cry, shooting his release all over my abs. That’s all it took for me to reach my own orgasm. As soon as his body tightened around me, stars burst behind my eyelids and I slammed into him one final time with my own string of curses.
He collapsed on top of me, sweaty and flushed, the heavy rise and fall of his chest matching my own.
“Yeah, I guess you’re fine after all,” Roan said with a soft laugh. “Listen to me this time and just stay there, ok?”
Considering the fact my body felt like jelly and I’d probably fall flat on my face if I tried to stand, I raised my hands in submission. “Not moving.”
He eased off me carefully and disappeared into the bathroom.
Exhaling a ragged breath, I scrubbed a hand over my face and blinked hard a couple of times, trying to shake off the blissful haze. If I fell asleep before he came back, I’dneverhear the end of it.
After what felt like an hour, Roan returned. Running a warm washcloth over my stomach and my dick, he cleaned up everything before setting it on the nightstand and climbing back onto the bed.
We slid up into the pillows and I pulled the sheet over us. I was still hotter than hell, but I knew he’d be cold within minutes.
“What are you going to do now?” Roan asked quietly as he curled up against me, pressing his cheek to my chest and absentmindedly tracing my tattoos.
“The fuck if I know.” I’d been thinking about that exact thing while he was in the bathroom. I had plenty of money stashed away, but there was no telling how long we could live on that. Especially if Roan decided he wanted to move to some exotic location even more expensive than Chicago. I’d have to get a real job… an honest job. Like a normal person. That thought alone almost made me rush back upstairs to tell Misha I was taking it all back.
“We’ll figure something out. I have faith in you.” He tightened his arm around my waist and pulled himself upward, kissing me softly.
I didn’t know about faith, but he was right about one thing. I’d survived this long through sheer determination. I would survive finding my way in a new world, as long as he was with me.
36
ROAN
Six months later
Interlacingmy fingers beneath the table, I pushed them outward, cracking the knuckles while the various members of the NIB&T board barked back and forth at each other over the bank’s current predicament.
“He was indicted, Howard! Onfederalcharges!” Warren said, slapping his palm against the table. “The bylaws are clear. He is no longer fit to serve as the head of this board. We need to have an emergency vote to determine who will fill the position in the interim.”
“Oh, and I suppose you think it should be you? Phillip hasn’t even been gone that long!” Howard snapped back.
“It’s been six months!”
“Perhaps we should let our guest have the floor for a bit,” Mitchell said with a polite smile and a nod in my direction.
“I’m actually waiting for my lawyer to get here,” I said, stealing a glance at my watch to see how late he was.
“Can you at least tell us what this is about?” Warren asked, leaning forward over the table to squint at me.
“Making sure my family’s interests are being protected,” I replied smoothly, adding a polite smile as a salve to what could most definitely be taken as an insult.
