She distracts me

Sorry not sorry

Roman Suarez

He had been pleased she wanted to do the tour tonight and was more than happy to watch her face light up as he took her around. He showed her the formal side of the house that was hardly ever used, then took her around to show her the pool area outside, following back inside before he took her past his office and to the in-home gym that he had put together. 

He watched as her eyes moved over all the machinery, seeming to preen a little under her praise as she nodded at several pieces of equipment. When she brazenly asked about the gym membership, Roman couldn’t contain himself any longer. Watching that perfect ass weave around in his home, in his gym with those long ass legs, something in his just broke. 

He could tell she was lost in thought when he responded and she didn’t immediately answer. Something inside him screamed to claim her for himself, that this woman belonged to him. He wanted her in ways he hadn’t even glanced at other women in years. When she turned into him that was all it took. He devoured her lips with his own, hands sliding from her ample hips to her tightly toned ass as his fingertips dug into her flesh, enough to leave small fingerprint shaped bruises on both cheeks. 

When she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back with those little sighs and moans he knew he had her. Pressing her against the squat rack he had half a mind to tear her clothes off and f**k her on the bench behind her. Reigning in his primal side as best he could, feeling her needing to pull away for breath he slowly released his grip on her. Groaning slightly as her body slid down his in torturously slow motion before her feet finally landed on the floor. 

Panting Roman bent his head down near hers, hearing her start to speak and stop. He pulled back to look down at her, seeing a million emotions clouding those insanely deep blue eyes. Sapphire pools that sparkled like an ocean full of diamonds looked up at him, terrified of what would happen next. He could see fear and doubt, then confusion and hurt, then wistfulness and hope. He could tell she was probably blaming herself for what had just happened, wondering how it would affect their working relationship of course.

He pushed all of that aside, cupping the side of her face gently as he sat down on one of the empty benches behind him, holding her hand and pulling her towards himself. He tugged until she stood between his legs and he looked into her eyes, cupping her cheeks. 

“Perhaps I was wrong. You are more than welcome in here.” He smiled at her as best as he could, then seeing a little bit of horror cross her face he realized that probably made it sound like she was going to have to sleep with him as part of their arrangement. He - was - going to have her, but it had nothing to do with their relationship. One taste of her wasn’t enough. 

“Look. Things don’t need to be weird. We are both consenting adults. Let’s not freak out and make a big deal out of anything if we don’t have to. Your body isn’t part of our deal, but truthfully I just couldn’t help my damn self Lace… “ he shortened her name, sounding breathy and soft even to his own ears. He raked a hand through his hair almost in frustration. 

“Truthfully, this breaks all my own rules, but I won’t apologize and I won’t promise I won’t do it again, unless you tell me that you didn’t enjoy a single bit of that and you never want me to touch you again?”

He issued the challenge with a question, raising a brow. He already knew she had enjoyed it. He had felt her n*****s pebble even through her bra, had felt the heat of her core through those leggings as she wrapped her legs around him. He shook the thoughts away before he mauled her again, right then and there.