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knew existed. His head lifts and he stares down at me.

“Worst damn thing I ever felt,” he says, and begins to move his hips, creating need and friction in my core. I wrap my arms around him to hang on, but it’s no use. I’m free-falling without a net and if the landing doesn’t kill me, it will ruin me forever. It’s frightening. Exhilarating.

“Roman,” I say. “I want... I want.”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know.”

“You want it like this, baby?” he asks, picking up the pace, hard blunt strokes that force the air from my lungs.

“Yes.” Thank God he knows what I need even when I don’t.

His big hands grip my shoulders, and he presses hot, openmouthed kisses to my neck and chest. His body shifts, the angle forcing him in deeper.

“My God,” I cry out as he hits my cervix. He pounds against me, stimulating, rubbing, penetrating so deeply, hitting me at just the right angle, a full-body orgasm rips through me. I open my mouth but no words come when a deep shudder sends waves of pleasure from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

He goes still inside me and curses under his breath as I shatter around him. “Jesus, Peyton,” he says as I ride the high and bask in each and every glorious pulse. So, this is what sex is like? Damn, I’d have been having it every single day if I knew it was this good. Then again, I’m sure it wouldn’t be like this with anyone other than Roman—and the truth of the matter is, what this man does to me, it’s a bit frightening.

He moves again, and my body tightens around him. “You got me there,” he says, and slides out, only to jerk forward and fill me again. “Right there.”

I scratch my nails along his back, scoring his flesh, like I’m marking him as mine, and he pulses inside me. He finds my mouth again for a deep, bruising kiss as he gives in to the pleasure and comes high inside me. His heart pounds against my chest, his body slick, hot and spasming as he collapses on top of me. He kisses my damp flesh again. His rough tongue trailing along my shoulder, as his one hand goes to my face. He cups my cheek and his head lifts, the tenderness in his gaze a complete contrast to our frenzied sex.

“Peyton,” he says, and I struggle to get my breath.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck.”

I laugh at that, loving that I reduced this man to a quivering mess. “Yeah, we just did.”

He chuckles against my flesh and shakes his head. “Did you hate it?”

“I’ve never hated anything more,” I say.

“We’ll see about that.”

CHAPTER SIX

Roman

I CANNOT BELIEVE I just had sex with my best friend’s kid sister. Not only that, I owned her, took everything she was giving and gave it back to her just as hard, maybe even harder. The truth is, her sweet, barely touched body came alive under my greedy hands, and I swear to God, knowing I was the one who could do that to her... Let’s just say it rocked my world, and I’ve never come so hard in my entire life. She might have given me everything, and I damn well took it, but it was Peyton who held all the power, in a fundamental way.

I cast her a glance as we walk down the sidewalk, the early-morning sun beating down on us, but the warm rays have nothing to do with the glow on her face. No, I’m the reason her cheeks are flushed with heat. I take in her light blue dress, perfect for the classroom, and smooth my hand over my tie. Peyton’s look is more casual than mine, but I’m comfortable in a suit and tie—my usual business attire. I don’t need it for my job, but I grew up always having to look my best in public.

As people hurry by, heading to their workplaces, she hums under her breath, and I wish she’d stop. Now every time I hear that sound on her lips, it will take me back to her bedroom. We shouldn’t have done that. No, I should have been stronger. An uncomfortable pressure builds in my chest. Christ. If her brother ever found out...

He can’t find out.

He won’t.

No regrets, Roman.

“Peyton, about Cason, I—”

She puts her hand up to stop me. “First, I know how important he is to you and I’m not going to let anything happen to your