Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Roman’s jaw muscles pulse. “That’s not what I said.”
“You said you don’t have time to try to see me after you leave here, and what I’m saying is, good, because I don’t want to see you. Not even if you begged me.”
His eyebrows ride up. “Wow.”
“It’s nothing personal. How could it be, when I barely know you—if I know you at all?” I snort. “The last thing I need is to jump into a long-distance anything with a fling I don’t even know when he’s simultaneously starting a new, demanding job while also trying to be more present for his young child.”
Roman’s dark eyes are positively on fire. “Glad we’re both clear.”
“We are. Crystal.” I put down my fork, my blood simmering. “It’s our last night together, Roman. And, suddenly, I don’t want to spend it being romanced by you or getting to know you. And I certainly don’t want to spend it arguing with you.”
Roman’s chest heaves. “How do you want to spend it? With me sleeping on the couch, I presume? Or do I need to get another room for the fucking night?”
I lean back in my chair and return Roman’s molten glare. I don’t know why my body is craving one last, hot-as-hell horizontal tango with this hunk of a man, when my brain feels so angry and disillusioned and deceived. But the fact remains, it is, desperately, and I’m not willing to deny my body the pleasure, no matter what other emotions I might be feeling.
“I guess you don’t know me any better than I know you,” I spit out. “No, Roman, I don’t want to spend tonight with you sleeping on the couch or anywhere else. I want to spend it with my naked body entangled in yours, and with you giving me as many orgasms as humanly possible before it’s time to say goodbye for-fucking-ever in the morning.”
Chapter 24
Roman
Iris doesn’t know what’s “real” when it comes to me?
How’s every inch of my dick feel, for fucking real? Is the hardness of my dick for her honest enough?
I’m fucking her with her thighs resting on my shoulders. And I’m not doing it gently. Which is why the room is now filled nothing but primal, animalistic sounds. Iris moaning. Me grunting. Our flesh slapping together with abandon. I’m determined to fuck this woman so outrageously well, she won’t want to fuck anyone else after we part ways tomorrow. Yes, my brain understands the timing isn’t right for Iris and me, but that hasn’t stopped my body from raging at the thought of anyone else doing this to her. Not to mention, at the accusations she hurled at me at dinner. What the fuck?
Okay, yes, I can understand how it looks to her like I’ve lied. Like I’ve totally fucked up. I get that. But now, as my parting gift, I’m determined to give Iris the best night yet—one she’ll never forget. One she’ll hopefully look back on with regret once she realizes she’ll never get fucked this good again, thanks to her decision to turn me the fuck down. Not technically, I suppose. The conversation was all hypothetical. But her words felt like a stark, acute rejection to me all the same. “Zero,” Iris said at dinner. She’s got zero desire to date me, after we leave here, huh?
And to think I stupidly thought Iris would be overjoyed to find out about Maverick! Given how much she loves kids, I foolishly thought my revelation, once made, would make her like me more, not less. So much more. Hell, I actually thought she’d find out about my son and beg to visit me in LA! When I let the fact of Maverick’s existence slip out, I actually thought, Oh, shit, Roman, now Iris is gonna beg to keep on seeing you, and how are you gonna find the strength to turn her down? Ha! I was a fucking fool.
“I’m close,” Iris grits out as I continue pounding her. “Oh my God.”
She’s already had three orgasms since we got back from the restaurant, but she’s done that before, so I’m determined to surpass that number tonight. Which is why I’m fucking her without mercy. With everything I’ve got. Even when Iris lets out a desperate wail of ecstasy that sends goosebumps skating across my slick skin, I stay the course and continue fucking her like my life depends on it.
“Roman,” Iris gasps out. “Oh, God. Roman.”
My name bursting from Iris’s lips, dripping with such ragged desperation, is almost too much for me to bear. But somehow, I hang on, if only by the barest of threads. Until finally, after what feels like an eternity, Iris violently arches her back, digs her nails deliciously into my forearms, and releases a primal shriek of rapture that’s so maniacal and tortured, I’m momentarily worried I’ve been too rough with her.