Hired Love

You're still asleep?" Stacy asked no one in particular when she got back to the room. Roman lay sprawled on the bed, just like he'd been last night. Didn't the man move at all? "What are you, pregnant? Wake the fuck up."

She hit him on the head with a pillow and smiled when he groaned sleepily. Apparently her mother had a huge day planned and they all had to be downstairs in thirty minutes for the big reveal. "Wake up! We have to be downstairs in less than thirty minutes." She yelled, hitting him again.

"Jesus Christ, Woman. Have some mercy, would you?" Roman croaked, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. "What time is it?"

She flung the pillow on the bed, going to pull back the curtains. "Ten in the morning."

"Ugh, I'm so hungry." He moaned, turning on his back.

"Everyone already had breakfast, you idiot."

The sight that hit her when she turned left her mouth open and her eyes wide. "Wh-what is that?" She stuttered, pointing to his crotch.

Roman looked down then used a hand to massage himself. His dick was erect, and it lifted the bed cover surrounding the area. His erection was long, and it was massive. Stacy's cheeks burned a bright red, she was sure.

"Oh, this?" He said, using his other hand to support his head. "Just the normal morning wood. Why are you blushing? Haven't you ever seen a man hard in the morning?"

She had, but not like this. Not one this big. "Where the hell are your clothes, Roman?"

"I took them off sometime this morning. Can't remember."

He was naked. Stacy knew she shouldn't be so interested in that particular piece of anatomy, but she wanted to see it. She wanted to touch it. She'd never seen a penis that big before. "You're staring."

She couldn't stop.

"Do you want to see it?" He asked her and though she wasn't looking, she heard the tease in his voice.

Hell yes, she wanted to see it. She wanted to lick it. Fellatio had always been one of her favorite sexual things to do. She wanted to swirl her tongue around the tip and then slowly take him into her mouth. Though she wasn't exactly sure he could fit completely in her mouth.

Then Roman was next to her, standing proud in all his glory. Stacy had been right. Now that he was vertical, she saw that he wasn't even fully hard. Yet he intimidated her with his size. He'd said he was going to fuck her senseless. God help her, if he put that thing inside her, she would rip in half.

"I see desire burning in your eyes, Stacy." He murmured, his hit breath on the sensitive skin of her neck. His dick was poking her stomach. She itched to touch it, but common sense told her it probably wasn't the right thing to do. Her hands balled into tight fists as she fought for control.

"You want me." He whispered against her skin.

This man knew what he was doing. He knew the effect he had on her, and he stretched it to its limit. He wanted to see how much she could take, how long it would take her to succumb. Well, he was in for a very rude awakening. She had thick skin.

"Soon, love." He placed a wet kiss on the space above her right breast. "Soon."

And then he was gone.

"Scavenger hunt?" Mitch echoed in astonishment.

"Oh no." Claire whispered, narrowing her eyes.

"What's a scavenger hunt, Daddy?" Olivia inquired, wide eyed.

Next to her, Roman snorted. Her mother had done it. Scavenger hunt, really? Of all things? Stacy massaged her forehead.

"It's a game, sweetie." Benjamin answered.

"A shitty one." Benedict added unenthusiastically.

"I swear to God, Ben, if you say that word one more time near Olivia, I'll kill you." Benjamin threatened, sending him a cold glare.

His twin laughed and Olivia raised her small hand to poke her father on the nose. "Don't say bad things, daddy."

Benjamin looked soberly at his daughter on his lap, though he flipped his brother off with the hand behind her. George chuckled and Mitch smiled. The entire family was seated in the living room waiting for Heather. She'd been the one to set the time, yet she was ten minutes late.

"Oh, I love scavenger hunts." Aunt Emma sighed. "Reminds me of the good old days. We're doing this, George." She turned to her husband next to her.

Uncle George was a calm, reserved man. Though he was a couple years over fifty, he didn't look a day above forty-five. The sides of his temple had turned a shiny grey with years, but he was still as handsome as ever. "No way you're putting me or your feet through that. We're going to sit here and let the young ones handle this."

Aunt Emma shook her head. "You're my husband, you're supposed to make me happy."

"And who's going to make me happy? Definitely not your aching feet because I have to carry you around all the time."

"Always and forever, wasn't that what you said?"

"I said that, not my aging back."

"I'm doing it."

"Without me, I hope."

"With you, George!" She fired back. "There is no way you're leaving me to walk around this house by myself."

"Then I suggest you partner with someone else but my as I mean, butt isn't moving an inch!"

By the time they were done with the back and forth, the entire room was mad with laughter, even Olivia who probably didn't even understand what the arguing was about.

"I'm never getting married." Benedict announced then looked at Roman. "Good luck, buddy. The women in this family are as crazy as they come."

"How old are you both, five?" Aunt Phoebe asked, rolling her eyes. Her little girl was in her arms, her tiny hand fisting the pendent that hung from her mother's necklace.

"Shut up," Aunt Emma murmured, her lips pointed in a pout.

"I like your family." Roman whispered in Stacy's ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"I think they like you too." She answered. Which was really fucked up because they were going to be so bummed out when she told them the engagement was off in a few weeks. Really, she was playing with fire. But Stacy suspected that if it was for Roman, she wouldn't mind getting burned.