Hired Love

Roman knew her answer before she even said it. He'd just wanted to hear the words come out of her mouth. Funny thing was it didn't make him particularly happy. He decided not to dwell on the why.

Love was a funny thing. It made you lose your senses and ability to reason. It went beyond all that was rational and left you a simpering mess and somehow, even through the pain, people still went back for more.

He'd heard a few people describe it as a gentle breeze on a calm autumn night. One of his friends from University fell in love and started viewing the world from a haze of sentimental nonsense. Roman didn't exactly have anything to measure it by; his parent's marriage had been a total failure. He himself had never been in love.

If love was anything like what his parents had made it out to be, then he wasn't interested. He'd seen the damage it was capable off, seen the rubble it could cause, and he'd decided he wanted no part in it.

Stacy quivered against his finger and a small "Yes" flew out of her mouth. He didn't want love if it only left you broken and despondent. Which was why his resolve to help her strengthened.

"I know it might sound stupid, he slept with my sister. But I love him, and I don't know how to stop." She murmured, avoiding his eyes. He wondered if she thought him vain, if she thought he judged her. He'd done his share of stupid things in his life. Nobody had the right to tell her what was stupid or what wasn't.

"I don't know how to feel, hearing my wife to-be say that she loves someone else."

His attempt at making her laugh didn't completely go futile as her mouth curved upwards for a second then straightened. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For not making fun of me." She finally met his eyes, and he could see gratitude swirling in her blue orbs. Roman hadn't been kidding when he'd told her she was beautiful. He saw it then and he could see it now. They'd been having a moment earlier, before Shitface had interrupted them. He'd almost kissed her. The memory of how wide her eyes had been was imprinted in his mind, and he wondered what it would take him to do it again.

"I would never." He murmured, drawing closer. His eyes refused to tear themselves away from her lips and after a while, he stopped fighting it. Pink and luscious, they drew him in, egged him closer. Her eyes closed shut and her lips parted. Just like him, she wanted it.

Roman didn't want to give her opportunity to change her mind. He'd been fantasizing about kissing this woman since he set eyes on her. He'd die if she changed her mind.

The second their lips connected, hungry need flooded him. Dopamine rushed through his entire body and pooled at his groin. Stacy held still for a moment, and he thought she was going to pull away. He held his breath, hoping, praying. Then small hands wrapped around his middle, drawing him in. It was all the push he needed.

He nibbled at her lower lip, waiting for her to open. When she did, his tongue slipped past, and he tasted her. Never, never had he felt this way during a kiss. A deep groan vibrated at the back of his throat. Stacy seemed to encompass him, intoxicating as she was. He drank from her thirstily, like it was the last time he'd ever drink again. And Stacy, oh sweet Stacy, she gave as eagerly as she collected, a hand on his back and the other at the base of his neck like she couldn't get enough.

Roman took care, making sure he didn't frighten her with the strength of his desire. He had a big appetite and right now, the only thing he was hungry for was the woman coming apart in his hands. He was beyond any reasonable thought, beyond rationality.

Their tongues danced a beautiful rhythm. Roman could feel Stacy pressing her breasts against his chest and whimpered when he tightened his fist around her hair in answer. He lapped at her tongue, sucking it. The whimper turned into a moan, and he swallowed it up. Her hand on his back roamed all over with urgency. Roman had never known a woman who gave so freely, so ravenously. All the women he'd been with had either been too cautious about how they looked during sex or too preoccupied with how they thought he wanted them to act.

He wanted more, craved it. And it was that thought that had him sliding one thigh between hers. She instantly grounded her core against the hard skin, pressing so hard he thought she'd pop. She trembled beneath him, moaning. Their lips parted and for the first time he heard the sweet melodious sound of her moan. The sound drove him crazy.

He hoisted her up to straddle him and after a second thought, laid her down on the big bed. The raw need he felt for this woman was insane. Her body, her face, her voice, everything. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything. Now he was straddling her, pushing his thigh up against her. She responded readily, rubbing against him. It felt like she was finding her own pleasure and he'd always admired a woman who knew how to take what she wanted. Her moans increased in pitch and Roman could tell that whatever it was she was doing was definitely working. He dragged his lips to her neck, nibbling and sucking, all the while putting pressure on that spot.

He didn't have to wait too long.