I wipe the sweat off my forehead, then pull out and look around for tissues. I grab a few from across the room, wipe myself off, and then do the best I can for her.
Her body shakes from her laughter. “I appreciate the effort, but I think I’m gonna need to use the restroom to clean up.” She pulls her panties to the side and sits up. “Shit. I got your pants all wet.”
My gray slacks have patches of her cum all over me. I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t care. People can think what they want about it. But I get to sit at work all day, knowing your cum is all over me.”
Her face falls into her hands. “That’s so humiliating. At least make sure no one here notices. There’s no way they won’t know what we did.”
“Whatever you say,” I say to appease her, but have no intention of hiding the evidence.
It’d do Drew good to know who she belongs to.
Thoughts like this make me realize I’d be a terrible boyfriend or husband. It’s not normal to feel this possessive, to react this intensely. And knowing me, I’d probably just wake up one day and shift it all to someone else—possessive and ‘in love’ again before I even knew it.
That’s how it worked for my dad.
Once we’re both decent, I lean down and kiss her lips softly. “I hate to leave abruptly, but I need to get to the office. Are you going to be okay?”
She looks at me quizzically. “Are you concerned about me now?”
“Eva”—I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear— “I’m not trying to be confusing. I do like you. A lot. Is there any way we can do this in secret for a while? Just give me some time to adjust to everything. This is new to me.”
I feel like a dick even asking her for this, but I’m also too selfish to walk away from her.
She worries her bottom lip as she thinks. “Okay. I understand this is new for you. But I’m not going to be a dirty little secret forever.”
“I promise it’s not forever. Thank you for understanding. I’ll call you later.”
With that, I kiss her forehead and walk out of the door, slightly disappointed not to see anyone on my way out.
Chapter Twenty
Eva
Istand in front of my fridge in a daze, thinking about this afternoon.
Sex with Roman in a public space was the most dangerous thing I’d ever done. We hadn’t even locked the door. Anybody could have walked in and seen us.
A slight tinge of excitement runs through me at the idea. I don’t know who I am anymore. He’s awoken something inside of me that I feared didn’t exist.
I’ve never felt more like a woman before. Someone who is in tune with her body and its needs.
I know he said he’d call, but he also never said when. I’m trying not to be that girl who waits by her phone, which is why it’s sitting on the couch. It’s my way of protesting my own obsession over each text I receive, wondering if it’s him.
A sudden knock on my door snaps me back to reality. I look through the peephole, and my heart sinks into my stomach. When I open it, I realize I’m not hallucinating.
Roman is standing in front of me with two paper grocery bags in his arms.
“Roman,” I declare in shock. “What are you doing here?”
A hesitant smile touches his face. “I was at the grocery store and figured instead of cooking for myself, I’d come over here and cook for both of us.”
“Billionaires go to the grocery store?” I ask stupidly.
He chuckles. “I suppose it depends on the billionaire. I’m happy to report this one still likes to do his own shopping. I don’t trust anyone else to pick out my food. Maybe it’s the Italian in me.”
I let him inside. He places the bags on my kitchen island and begins to unpack them. I see pasta, cheese, lemons, greens, and so much more being placed down.
Then, from the bottom of the bag, he pulls out a single white rose.