Chapter 12
Lana woke up in her own fluffy bed the next morning, still stressed from the night before. She had opted not to spend the rest of the night with Jackson—or with Roman, for that matter.
She felt terrible. They’d had a wonderful night—an amazing night even—until the end. She knew she was overreacting, that her guilt was unwarranted, that Roman would laugh at her for freaking out over what, after all, had been his idea.
Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about Jackson. She moved through the day completely in a trance, barely seeing the smiling baby faces that stared up at her from each page that Roman had her working on.
“Lana.” Roman’s voice cut through her daze as she stared at a photo album in his suite that night. “Are you alright? You’ve been looking at that same picture for ten minutes.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she responded quietly.
“Tell me what happened?” he asked, pulling her up out of her chair and onto his lap. He listened carefully as she told him everything.
“So you two didn’t fight?”
“No,” she said, guilt choking her voice. “It was amazing.”
To her surprise, she felt Roman’s cock stir to life beneath her. “I promise,” he said, “I am not upset.”
“I can feel that,” she said, wriggling on his lap.
He groaned. “Hold that thought? I have a video meeting in a few minutes with the leader of a streak from Tulsa.”
“How long until it starts?” she asked.
He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “Maybe twenty minutes?”
A wicked grin sparkled to life on Lana’s face and she pulled him toward the bed, pulling off his clothes as she went. “Oh, good. Come here.”
He didn’t resist much.
Lana pulled Roman down to kneel over her, then slid down until she was between his legs, looking up at him. Roman shifted until he was over Lana’s arms, effectively pinning her to the bed by kneeling on top of her, his fabric-covered cock inches from her face.
With his dick this close, the scent of him surrounded Lana, making her ache to wrap his lips around the alpha. But she waited—she liked this game they were playing and could tell he did, too.
With the slightest lift of her head, Lana could just barely touch her tongue to the fabric cradling Roman’s balls.
“Oh, not yet.” Roman’s voice was throaty with desire, but he leaned his ass back against Lana’s chest, gently bumping her breasts and pulling the one part of him Lana most wanted to lick farther away. Lana’s frustrated groan made Roman bare his teeth in a smile, and Lana moaned in complaint.
Her breathing grew thick and heavy as she fought to lie perfectly still, waiting for Roman to tell her what to do next.
“So, pretty girl,” Roman said. “What do you want?”
Lana almost answered, “Whatever you do,” but she could sense that wasn’t the right answer. “To taste you,” she finally said.
Fire blazed deep in Roman’s eyes, and with one hand, he tugged at his underwear sharply, his claws ripping them. They gave with a tearing sound, and he tossed the ruined fabric aside. Sliding forward, he pressed his knees into the mattress beside Lana’s ears, guiding his cock into Lana’s mouth.
With a deep sound of satisfaction, Lana opened her jaws wide to suck, using her newly freed hands to grab Roman’s ass and pull him down even more deeply into her throat.
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The vibration of Lana’s moan against him made Roman even harder than before.
Never had he met anyone who seemed to read exactly what he wanted as clearly as this woman did. Nor had he ever found anyone so instantly ready to play the games he enjoyed in bed.
He wondered briefly what she’d been like with Jackson, but brushed the thought aside.
If he really needed to know, he could ask.
Later.
Right now, though, he planned to slide his cock between Lana’s pliant pink lips, and then push it as deep as he could, as hard and as fast as he could, until he came.
And oh, fuck, Lana knew how to use that mouth, too, first sucking in the length of him, then pulling away, and then—at just the right moment—opening wide enough to take all of him deep down her throat, wrapping her arms around Roman’s thighs to pull him down even farther.
At some point, Roman realized, he had lost control of this game. Instead of directing Lana, he was rocking back and forth, letting her pull him in completely and push him away again.
He might have been fucking Lana’s face, but Lana was setting the pace.
Roman’s cock grew even harder and began throbbing as the pressure built inside him. Over and over again, Lana brought him right up to the edge of release, and then backed off.
“Don’t stop,” Roman ground out through gritted teeth, working to bury himself balls-deep in Lana’s mouth.
Lana pulled away and bit Roman’s inner thigh just hard enough to make him gasp. “I’ll decide when to stop,” she announced.
Roman was still catching his breath, and Lana was already back between his legs, her mouth nibbling and teasing Roman’s cock, sucking and pulling at it, using her thumb to trace heated circles along the underside of his balls as he rocked back and forth, faster and faster. With her other hand, she followed her mouth, slowing the pace once more but adding long, slow strokes, all but milking Roman’s cock into her mouth.
In only moments, Roman felt the bright, hot point of his orgasm begin to build inside him, starting in his balls, then rolling through his abdomen. When he exploded into her, she held his eyes with hers, swallowing as he moaned in ecstasy.
When he finally pulled away, her face was flushed. “God, I want you,” she whispered.
“No time,” Roman said, a grin flashing across his face. “Guess you’ll have to get one of your other men to take care of that.”
She dropped her head back against the bed. “Oh. I could do that, couldn’t I?”
“Absolutely,” he said. “Now go find Jackson. Make it up to him. Or maybe you could find Drake, see if you want him tonight instead.”
At the thought of another lovemaking session with Jackson—this one with Roman’s explicit, immediate blessing—or of fucking the enormous, rough-around-the-edges Drake, an ache settled in the very core of Lana’s being.
“I just might do that,” she murmured as Roman kissed her on the lips, licking the last taste of himself away.
“Have fun,” he said, whistling as he headed out toward his office on another floor of the hotel.
As Lana walked through the door to her suite, her phone started to ring. When she saw the number she almost didn’t want to answer it, but knew she should.
“Hey Lana,” Jackson’s voice called out over the line in a calm, comforting tone. “I wanted to call and make sure you were okay, since you left in such a hurry last night.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what got into me.”
“No, it’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he said cheerfully. “Look, I can’t stop thinking about you. I think that maybe we can make this work.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “And also, maybe next time, we could go on an actual date. Flowers, dinner, a little wine, the whole deal.”
Lana laughed, the tension in her mind easing, melting away as Jackson’s voice brought her back down to earth. “That sounds wonderful. But I don’t want to wait that long.”
“When are you free?”
She took a deep breath. “How about later tonight, after the café closes?”
“Sounds good. Come up to my rooms? I’m on the fourth floor in the hotel.”