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When she made to rise, he held on tighter. “Unless you’re cleaning me up with your tongue, I’m not interested,” he told her.
Angela felt his words go straight to her core. But she was still a doctor. And he was still bleeding. “Roman, your lip is bleeding,” she pointed out.
He shrugged carelessly. “So kiss it better for me.”
She studied the small cut for a moment, deciding it wasn’t deep enough to require stitches and would heal on its own within a few days. So, she indulged him because she really wanted to.
She lowered her head, skimming her lips over his in a gentle kiss. His mouth opened, and she took advantage, slipping her tongue in to roll over his languidly. The kiss spun out, gentle and comforting, until she pulled back—because it was clear he wasn’t going to.
“Better?” Angela challenged.
“Much,” Roman confirmed. “You know what else hurts and could do with a kiss?”
She had a pretty good idea but decided to play along. “Why don’t you tell me.”
“It’s below the belt,” Roman stated.
Angela acted confused. “Did you pull a muscle in your groin? That can be painful.”
“Angel, you’ve known me ten months now and been impaled on my cock more times than I can count,” Roman said bluntly. “What about my comment makes you think I was referring to a literal injury rather than an innuendo to get into your pants?”
She widened her eyes, trying her best to look innocent when she really wanted to laugh. Their banter was doing more for her than anything else. She was once again feeling safe and secure and oh so loved by the mafia prince in front of her. “Are you saying you want to have your wicked way with me?”
“Not at all,” he denied. “I’m saying I want you to have your wicked way with me.”
Her belly fluttered. “I think that can be arranged.”
“Really?”
“Really,” Angela confirmed, reaching for the growing bulge in Roman’s sweats. It wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.
“Wait.” Roman grabbed her hand, stopping her. “Take your shirt off first.”
Angela shrugged and did his bidding, removing the soft red sweater. She shook her hair out, feeling her power return with each passing second. Roman’s admiring gaze was very good for her ego.
His tongue came out to lick his lips before he ordered, “Now ditch the bra. I want to see your beautiful tits.”
“Roman...” She rocked, wanting, needing, pressure and friction between her legs.
Her breasts were generous, but time and gravity had done their thing, and they weren’t as perky as they had once been. Which meant, when she removed her bra, her breasts dropped. When she shook out her hair, her breasts jiggled in tandem, drawing a harsh groan from Roman. Her lips twitched, watching his caramel gaze lock onto the twin mounds as if they held the secrets of the universe.
“You’re a boob man,” she accused. “Go figure.”
“I’m a you man,” he corrected her.
She smiled at him. “Nice save.”
“Uh huh. You know what else would be nice. Your tits in my hands and your nipples in my mouth,” Roman stated boldly.
She sucked in a swift breath, before agreeing, “That would be nice.”
Cupping her breasts, she offered them to him, feeding one already peaked tip into his mouth. He sucked hard for an oxygen-stealing moment before releasing her with a hint of teeth. Then he laved her areola before lapping at her nipple once more. She rocked on his lap, feeling the strength of his need through both of their pants. But she wanted more.
Scooting off him, she quickly ditched her pants and underwear, and settled herself on the floor between his legs. She gazed at him for a moment. “I don’t know what bottoms I like you in more,” she said, studying Roman’s fine form in the gray sweats.
He cocked his head curiously. “What do you mean?”
“Suit pants, jeans, or sweats. I’m not sure what the winner is,” Angela explained.
