Hired Love

The words shouldn't have warmed him. He shouldn't have liked hearing them, especially not as much as he did. He liked her too, he realized. She was wild and reckless and affectionate and knew how to make him tick. Why was it such a scary thought?

"That's why you've been ignoring me?" He wondered out loud. "Because you like me?"

Her cheeks burned a dark pink. She kept her eyes on her intertwined fingers resting on her lap. "I thought you would run away or something."

He actually laughed because the thought was ridiculous. "Stacy, what do I look like to you?"

"A man who hates strings attached."

She answered so fast he knew she'd been thinking it for some time. "You're right."

He would give her that. He did hate strings attached and he wasn't sure he wanted it even with Stacy. It was just easier, separating love from lust. He never needed to lie to sleep with a woman. All of them knew what being with him meant- strictly sex. He didn't do love. He didn't want love.

"I'm sorry. I know you said you just wanted to do this and get it over with and now "

"Don't apologies." He cut her off, then wondered why. She was absolutely right. He'd been over the hills with the hope of going through the week and then back to his life, finally satisfied that he'd paid back Grace for all her favors in the past. Now he wasn't entirely sure he wanted the week to end. "Don't. This week has been one of the best times of my life."

She looked at him then. "Really?"

He nodded, knowing that he looked like a fool with a smile on his face. When she smiled back, his heart warmed.

Stacy, what are you doing to me?

"Thank you for today, and for taking care of Olivia. We both had fun."

He chuckled. "I'm sure she did. Damn but that little girl can eat."

Stacy laughed too. "I had no idea either. I think she likes you too."

"Well, what can I say," He gave her a smoldering look. "I've been told I have that effect on people."

She rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head. "You're unbelievable. Cocky much?"

"This is confidence."

"There's a thin line between cocky and confidence, Roman and you've crossed that line many times."

He laughed, grabbing her so they both fell on the bed with her on top of him. Stacy squeaked, holding onto him. Her dark hair fell in a curtain around them and then suddenly, he felt need spread through his body. Stacy stared at him from above, her eyes running around his face.

"Stacy?" He questioned softly. There was something decadent in her eyes, something forbidden.

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Her gaze came to rest on his lips and then he knew she was feeling what he was feeling.

"I can never get enough of you." He said to her, knowing with every fiber of his being that it was true.

"Stop talking and kiss me." She said back, her eyes drifting shut.

Roman didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her down to his demanding mouth. They kissed like their lives depended on it, as hard and as desperate as he felt. He couldn't believe she'd thought he didn't like her too. What was there not to like? The woman was simply amazing.

Her mouth opened and he delightfully slipped in, tasting her. Their hot tongues danced a steady rhythm, quickening in their steps. Stacy dragged her mouth from his to his neck. She blew a hit breath on the right beside his jaw, but not before he felt her tongue lick him.

A low groan vibrated in his throat. Roman had not wanted to go beyond touching her. He figured that since he couldn't give her what she wanted, he might as well leave with as little as he came. But Stacy was on top of him, and she was placing light kisses along his chin. She was licking the outer part of his ear that always managed to drive him crazy.

What was a man supposed to do?

He heard her squeal in surprise when he suddenly flipped them over, so he was on top. He threw off his shirt then chuckled when he heard her sharp intake of breath.

"Don't make fun of me. You're really sexy." She groaned, reaching for him. He pushed her outstretched hand away, shaking his head. He wanted to touch her first. Her touching him would make that experience as short as possible. "Not yet, baby," He whispered, going to kiss her again. Thankfully, she wasn't wearing jeans, so he had easier access to her pussy. He suckled on her lower lip, cupping her sex. When she shivered, he smiled against her lips. Stacy was just too responsive.

"Touch me, please." She moaned. "Hurry."

Sitting up on his knees, he dragged her with him. Her shirt went first and for a moment, he actually wanted to leave her bra on. The view was just that good. Then he thought about having those luscious breasts in his mouth and with a flicker of his wrist, the bra came off.

That night in the garden, it had been dark. He'd seen her tits but not in bright light. Seeing them now, his cock throbbed. "Jesus, Stacy." He breathed, praying for strength. How did any man see this and decide he didn't want it? "You're a fucking piece of art."

She stared at him in expectation, and he noticed there wasn't any aura of shyness around her. She knew she was beautiful, and she knew what it was doing to him. You gorgeous little minx.

"I want to fuck your tits, baby," He said, cupping one of the heavy orbs. Her skin wasn't pale. It looked like she spent a lot of time in the sun, and it colored her skin beautifully. His hands were full with her flesh and when he lowered his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth, he almost came.

Stacy moaned, shoving her breasts into his face. She reached for his cock, massaging him beneath his jeans. Pleasure flooded his body, and he welcomed the sensation. But his need was great. He shoved her hand away, tearing his mouth from her to pull her skirt down her legs.

When she was naked, he leaned back, taking his fill of her body. God, she was so beautiful, it physically hurt to look at her. Her skin glowed in the evening light, and she was looking up at him like he had the solution to all her problems. In that moment, he would've solved anything, would've given anything just to keep her attention on him for the rest of his life.

"No fair. I'm completely naked and you still have all your clothes on." She said, smiling sensually. The sultry smile on her face was entirely too attractive if Roman said so himself, and it was just that kind of smile that could get her in serious trouble.