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“You like that?” he asked sinfully, twisting his fingers so they rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerve endings from the inside.
“Yes!” she practically screamed.
Her thighs were shaking, and her heart was pounding as Roman sucked on her clit, fucking her with his fingers. She held off as long as she could, but her orgasm barreled through her, stealing the breath from her lungs. Her thighs clenched, trapping Roman’s head as she rode out the pleasure by grinding down on his invading fingers.
“Damn, you get so tight when you come,” Roman growled. “I wish it was my dick you were strangling right now.”
Angela fell forward, catching herself on her forearms. Looking down, she saw Roman lick her juices off his fingers, closing his eyes briefly as if relishing the taste of her pleasure. They made eye contact, and she sucked in a sharp breath as the chemistry and connection between them sparked to life. It was thick and heavy, but also light and vibrant, a testament to the way they felt about each other and the way they complemented each other in all ways.
When he moved her around, so she was on his chest, she happily kissed his lips. Sighing, she tucked her head under his chin. “Everything is going to be fine.”
Roman ran his palms over her bare back. “Damn right it is.”
CHAPTER SIX
Roman closed his eyes, allowing his other senses to take in the aftermath of their spectacular lovemaking. Angela kept surprising him. She was a true miracle.
She raised her head from his chest, propping her chin on her hands. She was on top of him like his own personal blanket of soft, warm flesh. He ran his thumb over her puffy bottom lip, smiling when she nipped him. The relief he felt knowing she wasn’t pissed at him—wasn’t leaving him—was immense. But it didn’t absolve his guilt. He needed to find Godfrey. But first, he needed to find out exactly who Godfrey was.
Though he loathed to, he carefully moved Angela off him. He reached for the throw on the back of the couch, covering her luscious curves so he wouldn’t be tempted to take her again. Not yet anyway. As for himself, he pulled on his sweats so his ass was covered. He wasn’t worried about talking to Angela when he was naked, not even for serious topics. But the two furry assassins with their razor-sharp claws were just walking into the room, and he didn’t need any more puncture wounds in his ass cheeks.
Angela smiled in welcome, patting the couch, and the two cats jumped up. Their happy purrs filled the silence in the room as they butted their heads against Angela for pats. They may have been growing in body, but not in temperament. They were very much playful kittens still. Although, sometimes, Roman wondered if they were more intelligent than they pretended to be. Smithy in particular had taken to stalking Roman around the apartment and jump-scaring him. The cat had a wicked stealth mode.
“Hey babies. Have you been good boys?” Angela crooned, rubbing furry faces.
“No,” Roman replied for them. “They haven’t. Did you see my ankle? That was Smith launching a sneak attack when I was in the bathroom.”
“Aww, I’m sure he didn’t mean to,” Angela said, glancing at the fresh scratches on Roman’s ankle. “You know he can’t resist an uncovered moving target.”
Roman scoffed, glaring at the white cat. “Moving? I was sitting on the toilet, Angel. He attacked me right as I was about to—” He snapped his mouth shut, wanting desperately to hang on to a modicum of decorum in his relationship.
But Angel, the wench, laughed. “What were you about to do? Go ahead, finish your sentence,” she bade him.
Roman shook his head. He had no intention of telling Angela that Smithy had succeeded in startling the shit out of him. Literally. He watched the two fuzzy terrorists settle against his woman and close their eyes. He wished he could join them. But that wasn’t possible.
Sensing his mood change, Angel glanced at him. “What now?”
He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “I need to call a meeting.”
“Who with?” Angela asked, looking hesitant.
He did his best to reassure her. “Just the usual suspects for now. Abel, Sal, Luca, Morrigan, and my security team. Or at least Teague and Alaric.” The two men, along with Luca, were head of his security for a reason. But he hated how pale she suddenly looked as he listed off the people one by one.
Angela looked down, her hair hiding her face. “I guess you’ll need to tell them why, huh?”
He reached over, tucking her hair behind her ear, and freeing her bottom lip from her teeth. “I don’t have to tell them anything.”
She huffed. “Of course you do. They need to know why you’re hunting this guy down.”
Roman cupped her face, forcing her eyes back to his. “Sweetheart, this is very much an ask-no-questions type of industry. They’re used to it. I won’t say a word.”
She was silent for a moment before she nuzzled his hand and met his eyes once more. “Tell them.”
He immediately shook his head. “No.”
Angela caught his hand when he went to back away. “I’m serious. Tell them who he really is, and the things he’s done. Tell them what he is to me and how I know him. He could be dangerous to them. They have a right to know. But,” she added, “maybe don’t go into details about me, huh? And don’t mention my parents, please. Not yet.” She smiled slightly. “Baby steps.”
He bent down to kiss her on the forehead. She was so brave. “Whatever you want,” he promised.
