by Sienna Grant
Smiling at her cries I felt my little goddess tighten around me. With a couple more thrusts, she was coming over my dick and it felt amazing. My stomach tightened and my thighs tensed and the climax I’d been chasing soon poured out of me.
My arms gave way and carefully, I dropped down onto her, resting my forehead against Paisley’s, while I attempted to keep my weight off her.
Lifting my head from hers, I looked into her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes and smiled again. I felt like the cat that got the cream right then. Out of all the women I’ve known or met, I never thought it would be Paisley ending up in my bed, or should I say, me in hers. Her eyes were still closed but still, she sucked that bottom lip of hers into her mouth and bit down. I took a moment to appreciate the gorgeous brunette beneath me and wondered how I never saw her beauty back then...
“Are you okay?”
“Hmm,” she nodded but still didn’t open her eyes.
“Pais. Look at me, beautiful.”
Her eyes flickered open. They were glazed over with desire still. Leaning forward just a little, I pressed my lips to hers softly, and she responded instantly, threading her hand through my hair pulling me closer. Her lips parted; I took advantage by pushing my tongue against hers. Cupping her cheek, I devoured her, taking a little bit more of her resistance, before pulling back and grinning.
“I need to move.”
“Okay.”
Pulling out of her slowly, I rose up onto my knees and took off the condom, tying it at the top. Moving from the bed, I tugged my jeans up my legs.
“Can you pass me my glasses please, because right now you’re blurry.”
Grinning like a fool, I twisted around and passed her glasses to her. She slid them on to her face and once they were in place I leaned forward, placing my lips on hers.
“You should wear those all the time…”
Taking one last look at her, I went in search of the bathroom.
Chapter Seventeen
Oh, fuck. Why did I do that again? Oh, yeah because he’s a sexy bastard and I can’t fucking resist him. I’m going to need to gather some serious willpower if I’m not going to do this again…
I sat up and pulled my hair from the elastic, dragging my fingers through it to get rid of the knots. Finding some clean underwear, I put them on and sat on the edge of the bed, throwing my t-shirt over my head and pulling on my shorts.
“You didn’t answer my question earlier?”
Snapping my head to look over my shoulder, Roman stood in the doorway, with his shoulder resting against the wooden frame and his arms folded across his chest.
“Question?”
“Yeah.”
He walked towards me before sitting down beside me. He swept his fingertips across my forehead, shifting the hair from my eyes and tucked it behind my ear.
“Are you okay, after this?”
“I’m good.” I answered, dropping my gaze to the bed.
My voice was quiet and unsure, but I wasn’t sure how to tell him we shouldn't do this again. I attempted to swallow but my throat was that dry, I could spit feathers. Just him being near me like this made me anxious.
“Roman…” I lifted my head again and found him staring at me. “I’m not sure we should have done this. What about work?”
“What about it?”
“Well, people will see right through me. I can’t hide feelings… not that I have them.”
Dropping my head in my hands, I attempted to hide my embarrassment.
“Oh my God, this isn’t coming out right at all. What I’m trying to say is… if people find out we’re sleeping together; I could lose my job. This needs to be a one and only time.”
Dropping his hand to my thigh, he brushed his thumb over my skin, it was almost hypnotising.
“Is that what you really want, Pais? Because I tell you now, it’s not what I want.”
“Surely you don’t want the world asking questions or people knowing that it’s me, that is the highlight of your month.”
He leaned back, frowning.
“Woah hang on. Why would you think I wouldn’t want people to know?”
I shrugged because I had nothing else. I’d said more than I wanted to already.
“Paisley Kennedy, you are fucking beautiful.”
“Until they dig into my background and see that I was once the not-so-pretty geek, the girl that didn’t get picked for sports or even for anything to do with pictures for classes. All I ever got picked for was if someone needed help with their work or coursework. Or teachers wanted answers and no-one else would volunteer and stick their hand up. I’m comfortable being myself now, Roman. I couldn’t go through that again.”
I probably should’ve stopped talking but someone had burst the dam and now I was unstoppable.
“What if we go on and one day you wake up and see me for what I really am. A geek to the core. What if you regret ever starting something with me? I couldn’t handle it, Roman.”
I broke from his hold and got up from the bed, wrapping my arms around my waist and stood with my back to him. I couldn’t look at him anymore.
“Gav hates me, he always has.”
“I don’t give a fuck about him. It’s nothing to do with him or any fucker else.”
“You say that now.”
Silence filled the air, and I began to wish I hadn’t said anything at all. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just bask in the glow of amazing sex with a gorgeous man who said he wanted me and be done with it. Why did my insecurities have to take over and make me doubt everything?
Like he could hear my thoughts, he said pretty much what I had berated myself for, as he took hold of my shoulders and pulled me back against him.
“I know you have insecurities and I know why, but Paisley,” he turned me around and circled his arms around me, “I want this. I want this with you. No-one else, but if you want to keep it a secret then we can do that. Would it make you feel better?”
“I don’t want to lose my job, Rome; I can’t afford to.” I dropped my forehead to his chest.
“Hey look at me, Pais…” I lifted my gaze back up to his, “This will be between us. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
“But why? You can have anyone you want.”
“Anyone isn’t you.”
“I want to believe you but I’m just not sure.”
Closing his hands around my face, he planted his lips against mine and parted my lips with his tongue, roughly driving it inside. He did more than kiss me, he consumed me. He was destroying the chances of anyone else ever getting near me again, because once Roman was done with me, I’d be damaged goods for anyone else. Our tongues slip and slide, as I ran my hands down his taut chest and gripped his sides in my palms. Moving his hand to my head, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged slightly, causing me to let out a groan. Guiding me backwards, I felt the bed at the backs of my legs, and I dropped down. Slowing down our kiss a little, he cupped his hands back around my face and pulled back.
“Does that help?”
“A little…” I smirked.
“Good. Let’s say no more about it.”
Letting out a sigh as he brushed my cheekbones with the pads of his thumbs, I smiled. It was enough to believe that I would be working with Roman in the first place, but I’d just had sex with him. That was mind-blowing.
“What are you thinking about?”
“I’ve just had sex with you. It’s what most girls only dream about…” leaning closer I whispered, “I’ve had sex with Roman Dean.”
Laughing out loud, he looked at me intently.
“And it won’t be the last time either. Let me assure you.”
“I think I can deal with that.”
He pushed me back to the bed and unfastened his jeans again.
“Talking of which, get your clothes off, I’m ready for round two.”
I raised an eyebrow, but I did it anyway and scooted up the bed as he crawled up the mattress towards me, cov
ering my body with his.
Chapter Eighteen
I woke up in bed alone. After round two last night, I’d left her alone and came back to the hotel. Nikki, the nosey shit, wanted to know where I’d been, but I told her nothing. I wanted to respect Paisley’s wishes and let her see that I could do that. Just because of who I was, I could still keep a promise. I, more than most, knew how important honesty and integrity was.
I didn’t realise her insecurities were quite that bad though, and I knew that was probably down to us, back at school, or partly at least. Anyone that wasn’t at least a seven in the looks and body department, we didn’t bother with. Looking back, I could see how bad that looked. Yes, we were arseholes. Paisley and her friends never even registered on our radar.
Sitting up in bed, I ran my hands through my hair and smiled as I remembered last night in full form. It was amazing. I couldn’t wait to see her today.
Getting up, I slipped on some shorts and headed out into the living room, pouring myself some coffee. I wished I could be doing this with Paisley, but we couldn’t have everything, I supposed.
The front door opened, and Nikki waltzed in.
“Good morning. I didn’t expect you up yet. You shit the bed?” She smirked and threw me a wink.
“Screw you, Nik. I was awake early, so I got up. What’s Paisley up to today?”
“I’m not sure, why don’t you ring her and ask?”
“No. I was only wondering.”
Screwing up my nose, I brought my coffee back to my lips and sipped on the steaming liquid. There was a knock at the door, and I wondered if it was her. I paused with my cup at my lips and waited. When the door opened, and I noticed it was a porter with breakfast, I turned and went back to my room to grab my phone.
I unlocked the screen and opened my messages, pulling up Paisley’s number. I typed out a message.
Good morning, beautiful.
Going into my en-suite, I started the shower and drank the rest of my coffee. In the time it took, she hadn’t messaged me back, so I jumped inside the cubicle and freshened up.
My nerves were amped up when I didn’t get a reply and I wondered if she was having second thoughts about us.
Fuck that, I don’t get nervous. Everything would be fine.
Once I’d dressed, I headed out into the living room, rubbing my wet hair with a towel when the suite door opened. She rushed in through the door, looking ever the professional, in a knee-length dress and jacket with heels. Dragging my gaze over her body, a body that I’d seen in full glory, I smirked.
Throwing the towel over the back of a dining chair, I grabbed some more coffee.
“Uh, can I get some of that?”
I looked over my shoulder at her.
“Sure. No Costa this morning?” I asked, knowing how much she liked her premium coffee.
“Nope, I didn’t have time, I overslept.”
Casting a side glance to her, she met my gaze and I grinned. I shouldn’t but I couldn’t help it. I’m sure it was passed one when I left there this morning.
“Then when I was on my way here, I got a call to pop into the office.”
She rolled her eyes and focused on her morning caffeine. Nikki pushed between us and grabbed a cup.
“Can you not say excuse me?”
“Excuse me?” She held her free hand out in front of her. Silence filled the room briefly, until she’s got her coffee and walked away. I watched as Paisley brought the cup to her lips and sipped on her drink. I threw her a wink while no-one was watching.
“I sent you a text.” I whispered in her ear.
“Right then, I better get to work and answer some emails.” She responded loudly.
With her cup in her hand, she turned slowly, heading over to the table. As I watched her walk away, all I could think about was her legs wrapped around me and my dick pounding inside of her… my dick twitched at the memory. I shook it off and headed over to the couch, sitting down I switched on the telly. MTV was showing a video from the hottest new singer from L.A. right now. I’d heard good things about this guy. Scott Hayes is happening at the moment. I turned up the TV and let his new song, Girls, belt out.
“Roman, man, turn it fucking down, we have work to do.” Nikki grumbled from over in the corner. Turning it down a notch, like a good little boy, I raised my finger at her and fold my arms.
My phone vibrated from my pocket and I pulled it out to see a message. Actually, it was a reply and a smirk tugged at my lips:
Good morning yourself, sexy.
She sat on the side of the table and glanced at me, while Nikki was preoccupied with something on her screen. Meeting her gaze from across the room, I smiled, while swiping my fingers across my keypad.
I should get rid of Nikki for an hour and I could have you to myself for a bit.
I hit send and turned my gaze back to the telly.
Good luck with that Mr Dean but then you are the boss…
I heard it go off again, but I didn’t answer right away, in case Nikki noticed. Instead, I got up and head to the bathroom to reply to her message.
I’m sure I can think of something.
The three dots began to bounce up and down and I waited patiently before a message appeared:
I’m sure you will. I have no doubt whatsoever.
A phone rang from the other side of the room. I looked up to see whose phone it was, and Nikki got up to leave the room. I took my chance while Nikki was gone and jogged over to Paisley, pulling her up from the chair and into my arms. My mouth was on hers in no time and I kissed her like she was the air that I needed to breathe. She kissed me right back with the same ferocity, until a hand on my chest stopped me and Paisley pulled back.
“Fuck, I needed that.”
“Don’t play with fire.” She whispered, hoarsely.
“But that’s my favourite game to play, other than play with you, of course.”
“Come around later tonight.”
Placing my lips on the tip of her nose, I smiled and let her go back to her work. As she sat back down, a beep sounded from my pocket and pulling it out, I saw a message from Gav. I opened it up to read, he wanted me to go for a drink with him. I quickly replied telling him I couldn’t. Why would I need to go look at women, when I had a gorgeous one of my own?
I pressed send before leaning down and inhaling the sweet scent of her brunette hair, as I buried my nose into it from behind. Hearing the click of the door, I jumped away from Paisley, just as Nikki came back through the door.
My heart raced as I thought that just a second earlier, she’d have caught me sniffing Paisley’s hair. Well, that’s not strange at all.
Shit, this was going to be fucking hard work.
Chapter Nineteen
I usually found it strange when Lesley was away for work, but this time, I liked it. It was strange having Roman in my space though. It’s not something I ever imagined. Although, I would have to talk to her about Roman and I when she arrived home. She was going to lose her shit when I did let her in to my little secret.
Just as I was tidying my work up, and tidying around the flat, I heard the door knock. Knowing it was more than likely Roman, I rushed over to open it to reveal a very sexy Roman standing there in ripped jeans, a charcoal grey t-shirt and a Nike baseball cap with the peak pulled down low. He might not be a big actor, but he had done a fair few adverts, and he’d done some modelling while he put himself through drama college. From when we left high school, I’d followed his career. I bought all the magazines he was in and when he started small adverts, like toothpaste and crap, I recorded them just so I could watch them over and over in my room.
Weird right. Who would have thought I’d be here working for him now?
London was a big city and there was an ample number of actors and models, so to be recognised meant he had made it, and he could wait for the work to start rolling in.
Before he’d even stepped through the door, his lips were fixed to mine. I could barely breat
he, as he covered my mouth and kissed me. His hands roamed my body, caressing softly but impatiently. I shut out the world, putting my hand to the door, I gave it a shove and I let him steal my breath away. With his hands on the back of my thighs, just under my butt cheeks, he lifted me until I wrapped my legs around him.
“Mhmm. You taste so good. I wish we didn’t have to hide.”
“I don't need that attention.”
“I know, babe.” He mumbled against my lips. “This feels like déjà vu.”
I smiled and unwrapped my legs from him, dropping them to the floor.
“So why don’t we talk then?”
Taking his fingers in my hand, I pulled him towards the couch, and we sat facing each other as I tucked my feet under me. He shifted closer to me and dragged the tips of his fingers down my face and tucked my hair behind my ear before leaning forward and placing a small, soft kiss on my lips.
“So, tell me something about you after you left school.” He asked as he pulled back, stretching one arm across the back of the couch. He took my hand in his free one and lifted it to his lips.
“I went to college and studied creative writing and journalism. I aced my classes, passed my A-levels, and went on to do my degree on a scholarship at Uni. My mum didn’t want me to apply for funding — she felt bad that she couldn’t send me there, but I did it anyway. She already worked two jobs while I was at school. While I went through college, I got a part-time job waitressing, picking up as many hours as I could fit in to pay for books and stuff and to help out mum.”
“Jeez. I didn’t realise you had it so hard.”
“Please don’t pity me, Roman. We got through it.” I shrugged. “I’m not about pity.”
“You’re fucking amazing.”
With his hand cupped firmly around the back of my neck, he pulled me forward onto his lips. I didn’t deny him. Parting my lips for him, his tongue slipped through the open gap and his arms wrapped around me holding me close.
“Hmm.” Roman groaned into my mouth and set the sparks off inside me, as his hard body brushed my nipples. As my hands threaded into his hair, his phone rang. A growl came from deep down in his throat at the interruption, but he carried on regardless, until it stopped ringing. Our tongues tangled and I couldn’t get enough of him. It was still unbelievable that he’d even want me. Especially when I never held his attention back in school. He broke the kiss. With his fingers tightly gripping my hips he pulled me down to the couch until I lay flat. Pulling his t-shirt over his head, he hovered over me. I admired his smooth and slightly tanned chest, running the tips of my fingers over his skin. His body shuddered at my touch and I smiled up at him.