Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Angel was curled up on the seat, and Carl let them know she’d been an absolute star. He’d given her a few treats before he got the call to come and pick them up.
Rather than go to her apartment, Roman told Carl to take them back to his place. The drive was a little longer as the city was quite busy, enjoying Halloween night. There was a full-scale event, complete with dress-up competitions, karaoke, and a lot more fun to be had for adults and children. There was no way Abigail was getting out of the car dressed the way she was.
She pressed her face against Angel’s neck, and the dog nuzzled against her. Roman reached out, but he didn’t stroke Angel, he gripped the back of her neck and stroked his fingers across the back. She couldn’t help but close her eyes as the sensations washed over her. She loved when he touched her like this. She felt the answering pull deep between her thighs. Taking a deep breath, she tried to focus on anything else, but nothing was coming.
The tension had started to build between them, hotter and more fiery than anything they felt at the club. This was on a deeper level.
Carl finally arrived at their building, and Roman picked Angel up in his arms. She’d already gotten a walk in before Carl came to pick them up.
Roman reached out a hand for her, and she slid hers inside his as they made their way out. They wished Carl a good night and a Happy Halloween. Roman also let him know he was done for the night.
Stepping into the elevator, she tried not to look at Roman, but it was impossible. He bent down and placed Angel on the floor, but then grabbed her arms, pressing them above her head as he took possession of her lips. Roman ravished her mouth, and all she could do was succumb to the onslaught of his lips and it felt so good, she didn’t want him to stop.
He pushed both of her hands together, pinning them above her head, and his other ran down her body, grazing over her chest, across the corset. His hand moved between her thighs. He didn’t lift her skirt to touch her, just stroked her pussy, and she felt the roughness of the fabric against her core. It scratched, but she couldn’t help admit that it felt good.
The elevator dinged, and Roman let her go, took her hand, scooped Angel up in his arms, and by the time the doors were open, he looked so relaxed that it took her a moment to realize what was happening.
They were already at his door, and he slid his card inside. She watched the light turn green, but he needed to type in his code. She didn’t know what to do or say as they stepped inside.
He kissed Angel’s neck, and then let her go. Their dog trotted off to go and curl up in her bed.
Then he turned his full attention to her, and Abigail knew she was in for a very good night.
****
The club had been boring.
Roman had no interest in sharing his woman with another man or woman. He didn’t want anyone else. He was a one-woman man, and there was no way he was going to be able to stand another man touching her.
Bending down, he pressed his shoulder into Abigail’s stomach and lifted her up. She let out a gasp, and seeing as her ass was right next to his face, he couldn’t help but run his hand across her impressive ass. He’d get the clothes off her, and then that ass was going to belong to him.
Walking her into the bedroom, he dropped her onto the bed and cupped her face, kissing those full, fuckable lips. He bit down, not too hard, on her bottom lip, hearing her moan.
Stepping back, he removed his jacket, followed by his shirt. He kept his pants on for now, and then reached for Abigail and tugged her into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. Roman didn’t linger too long on her lips, as he broke the kiss and started to trail his lips down her neck. At the same time, he started to loosen the cord of her corset. It was easy to loosen, and the moment it gave, he stopped kissing her to remove the final part of the corset. He had no choice but to remove the skirt as well, and then Abigail was standing before him in nothing more than a pair of black lace panties. Sinking his fingers inside the hip, he tugged, the fabric tore, and now she was naked.
“Perfect.”
“I liked those panties,” she said.
“And now I like them even better.” He let them fall to the floor as he looked at his woman.