“Don’t let me stop you,” Roman said, stalking around my desk and gently squeezing my shoulders. “My Isabella is such a hard worker that she forgot to call me to say that she was going to be home a little late.”
I placed the papers down on my desk and glanced back. “I’m sorry. Are you mad?”
He growled playfully, burying his face into the crook of my neck and grazing his teeth against my soft spot and his mark. I shivered in delight, my n*****s hardening and warmth gathering between my legs.
“No,” he said, sprawling a large hand across my stomach and moving his fingers into my pants to rub my c**t in small, torturous circles. He grasped a fistful of my hair and pulled it back, so I stared right up into those devilish golden eyes. “But from now on, I want to know where my mate is at one a.
