Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“The room was clear,” Liam said.
“How come you’re out here?” Roman asked.
“She asked me to leave. My daughter and I, we’re not seeing eye to eye at the moment. She is being stubborn.”
Roman smiled. “She is very stubborn, but I believe that is how you raised her.”
“I raised her to see sense. Not to act irrationally.”
“I will take it from here.”
“Take care of her, Roman,” Liam said.
“I will.”
He entered the bedroom and saw the red dress was on the floor.
During her attack, some of it had torn, and the glass had also destroyed it.
Roman picked it up and tossed it outside of the bedroom door. Cleaners would deal with it. He snapped the lock into place and then made his way into the bathroom, where Alex was.
“Dad, I need privacy.”
“It’s me,” he said.
“Oh.” She had put her hands in front of her body in an attempt to hide herself.
“Can I join you?” he asked.
There was a long pause.
“Yes.”
Roman stripped out of his clothes, leaving them on the floor, and he opened the door to the shower to step inside.
Alex’s back was to him.
There were a few cuts on her shoulder, but in the time it had taken Marlo to get the glass out of her hair, they looked to have scabbed over.
He moved up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, where there were no marks. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he said.
“You couldn’t have done anything.”
“I could have. I would’ve killed him. Snapped his neck.”
“And what if he was a messenger?” Alex asked. “We would’ve been no closer than we are now. At least he’s injured, and I can’t believe I said that. How horrible does that make me?”
“The man wanted you dead. Hurt you. You are entitled to say whatever the fuck you want, and whoever has an issue with it can deal with me.”
He’d gladly wipe the floor with anyone who dared to say bad shit about his wife. Roman pressed kisses to her shoulders and trailed up toward her neck. “Guess what?”
“I’m not good at guessing games.”
“My dad just tried to talk me out of adopting our kids,” he said.
“And?”
“All we have to do is sign some paperwork and then those kids are ours, Alex.”
She spun in his arms and took him completely by surprise as she threw her arms around his neck.
He was even more unprepared for the kiss she gave him, but he was a man of action. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her in close and sealed his mouth to hers.
Sinking one hand in her hair, he trailed the other down toward her ass, drawing her against him. He tried to be the good man, to keep his dick in control, but this was impossible. Against Alex, all he wanted was to fuck her, and as she rubbed herself against him, that was exactly what he was going to do.
****
Alex felt the hard ridge of Roman’s cock pressing against her stomach. He was long and thick, and an answering heat filled her pussy.
She didn’t know when women were ready for their first time. If it was a feeling, or the kind of guy, or the moment, but after hearing his exes say that he loved her, and feeling him now, she knew this was the moment.
At the way he touched her back, stroking down toward her butt and gripping the flesh tightly within his grasp, she let out a moan, not wanting him to stop.
He pushed her up against the shower stall, and a small gasp escaped at the coolness of the tile on her back. Roman’s hands went to her face, and he pushed her hair out of the way, stroking it back behind her ear.
She placed her palm flat on his chest and stroked down. Alex didn’t know where she found the confidence to touch him, but it was there as she wrapped her fingers around his length.
“Fuck, Alex,” he said.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No, it feels so fucking good to finally have you touch me.”
She licked her lips. “Roman?”
“Yes.”
“I … I want you. I want this, all the way, tonight.”
“Alex, you were just—”
She stopped him from saying the a-word by slamming her lips on his. She didn’t need him to tell her she was attacked. She was there and had the small little cuts to prove it. Not to mention the aches.
“Please,” she said.
Roman stared at her, and she held her palm still wrapped around his length.
“Not in the shower,” he said seconds later.
“Not in the shower.” She agreed with him.
He turned off the shower and took her hand.
Alex followed his lead, a little surprised as he grabbed a towel and took her into his arms, drying her body.
“If at any time you want me to stop, you say so. Got it?”
“Yes.” She wasn’t going to tell him to stop. She wanted this. Wanted him.