For a second, neither of us says anything.
All we do is stare into each other’s eyes, breathing hard. His c**k is still pulsing in my hand, so thick and hard and so damn ready. But the weight of those words still hangs in the space between us.
Almost like each of us is waiting for the other to break the silence.
I blink at Roman, my body trembling on top of his lap, wet and aching and clenching around nothing. “You don’t have one?” My voice sounds small. “I thought you took one everywhere.”
Roman shakes his head once, dark amusement flickering in his eyes as they search mine. “I didn’t exactly expect to f**k you tonight, Kara” he mutters, hand tightening slightly around my nape, inching toward my hair.
I open my mouth, and when nothing comes out, I close it.
And then, against my bet
