I’d follow this man into a fire if he asked me to. “Don’t stop,” I tell Roan as he nestles in between my legs, his messy dark hair between my fingertips, and his sweet, tantalizing tongue is torching my clit, so aggressively that my entire body is burning.

We didn’t even make it through the front door of my house tonight before our hands were all over each other, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on than I am right now.

“Yes,” I moan, my one single word causes him to push me out of this world. My body shakes and vibrates as he uses his tongue to lick the most amazingly earth-shattering orgasm from my body.

Once I settle, he kisses his way over my hip bones and up my body before straightening and presenting me with his cock. I take the tip of him into my mouth, swirling my tongue all around the head. I don’t know if it’s how into him I am or what, but I swear I’ve never enjoyed sucking a cock as much as I do his.

But he only lets me get in a few bobs of my head before he lifts my ass over the edge of the couch and takes his shaft in his large, controlling hand. I’m sweating and anxious as I wait for him to enter my body, and as I look down at my pussy, he pushes into me, blending our bodies together as one. The sensation I love hits me hard.

He fills me so completely I can feel him everywhere, and once he is fully seated, I reach up and tease my own nipples, our eyes connected in this heated moment.

“I love your body,” he tells me, trailing his hands up my stomach, until he reaches my breasts, urging my hands out of the way so he can hold them as he moves inside me. He has no idea, I love his body just as much. I toss my head back, my body being held in place by the pleasure and his throbbing cock. Each time he moves out, I whimper, and when he slams back into me, I arch and meet him. I’m swimming in the sensations that are rocking me to my core

Lifting my head up, I lock eyes with Roan again. When he feels me start to tighten and quake around him, he lets go, holding me tightly, pounding me fiercely. Together we spin out of this world, and I happily go where his body takes mine.

* * *

“Mia! Mia! Mia!” everyone chants as I lift my bowling ball from the belt, slip my fingers into the three holes, and take in a deep breath. I glance back at Roan, prepared to throw my last ball as he coolly sips his beer. His girls are basically on the edge of their seats, chanting my name over and over again, clapping each time. Chandler is stone silent, his competitive nature is in full effect today. Obviously, he doesn’t want me to do well. We decided it would be girls versus guys, and the three of us definitely have had the advantage over them.

I squint down the lane and try to shut out the noise of other balls crashing against pins. One glance to my left and then one to my right gives me the all clear. I lob the ball down the lane, putting my signature spin on it. It curves right, and then banks left, slicing every single pin down. I know Chandler is fuming. He is the one who taught me to bowl like this.

I scream and jump as Maisy and Rianna crash into me. We all hug, celebrating our sweet victory.

“How’d you guys like that?” I rub it in, and they both grumble. I’m not sure how I bowled three strikes on my last frame, but I did, so we win fair and square. Almost as if we planned it, Maisy, Rianna, and I all hold our hands out with our palms up. Reluctantly, Roan and Chandler pull their wallets out and hand us each a twenty. I take my two and give one to each of the girls.

“Wow, thank you, Mia,” Maisy says and gives me a hug. I glance at Roan as Rianna hugs me, too. Maybe telling them about Roan and me won’t be as hard as we think it’ll be.

“We’re gonna use the restroom,” they say and skip off, giddy as can be.

Roan finishes the last of his beer then pulls me down next to him. “You’re so gonna pay for this later,” he whispers into my ear. The closeness of his lips to my body makes me shiver. Chandler has his nose in his phone, and like usual, it makes him oblivious to the world around him. But when he glances up and sees Roan and me this close, he says, “Oh fuck, would you two stop that? Isn’t it bad enough that I’ve had to watch you eye fuck each other all night?”

I giggle, and Roan kisses my forehead before looking in the direction the girls went in to be sure they aren’t coming out.

“It’s been fun, but I’m out of here.” Chandler is back to looking at his phone as he says it.

“Oh, come on,” I holler after him, and he flips us off.

“What’s his deal?” I ask Roan, knowing I’ll need to move out of his arms at any second.

“He’s pissed at me.”

“Why? I thought everything was kosher?”

“We were, but when I came to your office today and . . . you know.” I do know, and even now, my heart is kicking up a rapid beat just thinking about it. “I missed a really important meeting. We’ll likely lose the deal because of it.”

“Why did you miss it?” I ask him.

“It slipped my mind. I was so focused on you and where you were that I totally forgot.”

“Why, Roan? Don’t you trust me?”

“I absolutely do, but I know how men can be. He was confused at one time, what’s to say he doesn’t go there again? And I know you’d tell him no, but what if he didn’t take no for an answer.”

“Clearly, you have no idea how into you I am.”

“Why don’t you tell me?” He raises his eyebrows, and I want to fuck him right here, right now.

“I wouldn’t have gone to lunch with him if I thought for a second he was into me. He’s moved on and is happy. And for me, I don’t want to be with anyone else—ever—except for you, Roan.”

“Thank you. For so long, I was convinced that Georgia fucked me up too badly to ever be in another relationship, but you made me see that she didn’t. Thank you for that.”

I want to kiss him so badly, but I can’t. From across the room, we spot the girls coming toward us and scoot apart.

“Are we still grabbing ice cream?” Maisy asks us, and Roan tells her with a huge smile on his face, “If you’re paying.”

“No way, we earned that money.”

“Ha!” He laughs so loudly that both his girls beam back at him. “I think you mean Mia earned you both that money.”

“Whatever!” They say in unison and begin to walk out. Roan and I follow them, and when we are halfway to the door, he swats my ass hard, I about yelp from the sting.

The ice cream place is next door to the bowling alley, and as we look over the menu, Maisy sidles up next to me. “What are you getting?”

“I’m not a big ice cream person.”

All three of them look at me as if I just said the meanest words they’d ever heard.

“We can’t hang out with you then,” Roan jokes, and I frown, nod, and pretend to leave. Rianna stops me by yanking my arm.

“Then you’ve never had ice cream from Charlie’s. The stuff from here is amazing. Any flavor, I promise will have you hooked.”

I turn to Roan. “What are you having?”

“Mint chocolate chip.” His answer is instant as if there is not another flavor he’d consider.

“What should I get?”

“I’d say we could share, but . . . ”

But we can’t. Then the employee asks me, “What can I get for you, ma’am?”

“I’ll have what she’s having.” And I point to Maisy.

“We’ll make that two garbage cans,” he says.

Garbage can? What in the world did I order?

“You’re gonna love it,” she says reassuringly, but I’m skeptical.

Like a gentleman, Roan pays for the order. I don’t even know what mine is, so I turn to Maisy, who is already devouring hers, and I ask, “What is in this?”

“It’s basically every candy bar you can think of, crushed up inside vanilla ice cream,” Rianna says.

“Try it,” Roan tells me, and I do. As I take my first bite, my mouth goes into flavor overload. I swear every taste bud is enjoying a different sensation. From Reese’s to Milky Way, to Almond Joy and Snickers, this is by far the best ice cream I’ve ever had.

“You like it?” Maisy asks me.

“I love it!”