ROME
As promised, I gave her more orgasms. And I admired her commitment and strength. We fucked and made love in bed. Before that, we did another round on the couch. And right now, I was pressing her against the tiled wall in the shower, fucking her deep and hard.
“I don’t think I have more strength left,” she said harshly. Her chest rose and fell.
“One more, Storm. Give it to me.” I lowered my mouth and captured her cherry tip between my teeth.
“Rome.” She threw her head back and moaned.
“Let go, sweetheart.” I firmly gripped her ass to hold her in place and thrust into her while I kept my mouth on her nipple, sucking and nipping until I felt her tremble, her pussy clamping around me.
A hard slam of lust rushed through my veins.
My cock swelled inside her, and she was so stretched around me.
She came apart. A gush of wetness seeped from her.
I slammed into her again and again, and my knees began to wobble until my climax hit unexpectedly, stars dancing before my vision.
We climbed out of the shower together, kissing all the way to bed. As soon as she spread for me, I position myself between her legs. I lowered my mouth to hers, kissed her slowly, and sank into her.
Our bodies danced and moved together in rhythm. We took it slow because tonight, we had time for each other.
We explored.
We gave and took.
We enjoyed it.
We made love.
***
She was addicting.
She was always up for anything like she’d never done it before.
Last night, I taught her a few cords in the guitar, and I figured out she played piano and cello. I taught her how to slice a tomato, and she almost cut herself. I mean, who didn’t know how to cut a fucking tomato? It was almost fucking hilarious, but she did not give up. How did she even survive for three years alone? I had no idea. She didn’t seem the kind of person who loved takeouts.
I woke up early, and she was still sleeping soundly. She was like a sleeping beauty, so classy, elegant, gorgeous, and looked so innocent naked in my bed.
I went out for a run for an hour. When I came back, I split some dried logs for the stockpile in the fireplace.
“You cut trees.”
The maul hung in the air when I heard a sweet voice behind me. I swung and struck it to the block instead. When I turned around, I wiped off the sweat on my face with my shirt, and her gaze dropped to my abs.
“Morning.”
She was more beautiful without a hint of makeup on her face, just her rosy cheeks, and her hair was messy. She was wearing my robe with a frown on her face.
I learned to give her a kiss on her lips. “I did not and don’t cut trees. These are old woods and logs.”
Carly might have been an environmental activist or something.
“You’re hot, though.” Her expression remained the same. “Who would have thought you, a billionaire, could strike so hard?”
I smirked. My sweat was still rolling down my face to my neck. “Are we still talking about splitting wood or something else?”
She let her eyes wander around. Her hands were on her hips as she inhaled. “Now I get why you like it here.”
“Hungry?”
“Kinda.”
“Let me change. Then I can make us breakfast.”
I came back, and she was already sitting on the stool. My guess, she didn’t even know how to boil water in the pot.
I turned on the coffeemaker. Then I found out that she was also drunk tea.
“Can I help?”
I hid my smile. “You can help me with the egg.” I placed a bowl, grabbed a tray of eggs from the fridge, and pulled out the egg beater.
Half an hour later, I was done toasting bread, fried the bacon to crisp, the coffee pot was half full, I sliced veggies and fruits, and we were not nearly done with the omelet.
I shook my head in amusement. The island was messy, and I preferred it spotless.
“I did it!” She literally jumped. Eyes filled with pride. She cracked the egg nicely without dropping the egg white and shell into the bowl. Well, after destroying half a dozen.
“Good. Now whisk it. Add some salt.” I gave her the shaker, and she took it from me. “Don’t tell me you don’t know how to salt an omelet or use a shaker.
She rolled her eyes and cracked a smile. “Well, I know how to use a shaker,” she said in her thick accent. “But how much should I put in? I mean, how many eggs exactly are in there.” She pointed with a well-manicured finger.
“You’re hopeless, sweetheart.” Smirking, I grabbed the shaker and put a good amount of salt into it. “Now mix it well.”
“I guess I’m not really made for the kitchen.” She pouted her lips. “I do know how to use appliances.”
I kissed her. “It’s alright. You won’t be starved as long as you are with me.”
“Obviously. I have a pretty good idea. In fact, I’m full all night.”
I barked out, laughing. “Now you are complaining.”
After our long hour of preparation and breakfast, she went to the porch.
I brought her a mug of tea. “Not in a tea trolley, but it’s a nice tea.”
Her lips spread into a smile. “Thank you.”
I sat beside her, spreading my arms while she was sitting like a lady. “You can lower your guard down, Storm. It’s just the two of us.”
“What do you mean?” She dipped the tea bag before she hung it on the side of the mug.
“Sometimes you’re like a woman teleported from the Victorian era.”
“I take that as an insult. I’m clearly offended, Lord Langston,” she mimicked as if she was one of those characters in the historical dramas.
I cracked a smile. “I mean no disrespect. That was a compliment, Lady Carlott.”
Her smile faded. She swallowed. “Thank you.” She looked away and breathed deeply. Her mind seemed to reel.
I let the silence stretch between us.
“It’s so peaceful here.”
“It helps me think,” I agreed.
“And look at those flowers. So beautiful.”
“I planted them.”
Her head snapped at me, eyes widening in surprise. “No, You didn’t.”
“It’s not so hard. And they’re low-maintenance. Most of them are wild. That’s why I like them. Some can’t survive in the winter, though. Those Cyclamen and wild Peonies will pull through winter. And others are herbs in those boxes.”
When she didn’t say anything, I looked at her. She was staring at me, really staring at me.
“What?”
“And here I thought you’re a shallow, self-centered, arrogant prick.”
“First impression doesn’t always last. But not to me. I thought of you as hot as fuck.”
“Dirty.”
“You have no idea.” I pulled her closer to me. “I wanna be like normal guys without people looking at me as Sterling’s son-the son of the former senator turned realty tycoon. I want people to see me as Rome Langston, which I struggled on that part.”
“You are doing it now without you realizing it. At that hall, when you see the structural plan? I saw how they looked at you when you stood up for what you thought was best for the project. And I’m proud of you for saving the tree.”
“Maybe I should name it Carlott Tree, which withstands against the storm.”
“You’re really making fun of my name.”
“In Italian, Carlotta means a free man. Like you, you are free now.”
She wrapped her arms around herself. “I wish that was true.”
We were in my home office as I checked some images. She was doing the same on the iPad.
“Our date. How about Friday night?”
“Saturday.”
“No. I want Friday. Then you’re coming home with me after that.”
She rolled her eyes. “Seriously? Aren’t you gonna get tired of seeing my face twenty-four seven, five times a week?”
I looked at her face. “No.”
“Are you always this persuasive to get what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m not like you, Langston. I have clothes to wash. I have your schedule and emails and work to do. And I need time to myself.”
“Wait. Do you wash your clothes?”
She glared at me without a word. She then closed the iPad. Took something from her bag. A kit or something and started checking her fingernails.
“Did cracking eggs chip your nails?”
“No. What color do you think I should put on?”
I shook my head in amusement. I shut the laptop close and went to her side.
She had those fake nails or something, colorful nail polish, and things I didn’t even know what for.
“So you carry these with you all the time?”
“No. I bought it when I went shopping with Heera. I found it in my car.”
“I get it. You show that to me because you are bored with me, and you wanna go home.”
“No. I took it with me because I wanna try it on you.” She smiled and waggled her brows.
“You what now?”
“Come on, babe. It won’t hurt your masculinity even a bit. I tested it last night.” She just called me babe. It should flatter me. It did, actually. My stupid heart just agreed with her.
“You’re not putting that thing on me.” I was about to escape, but she grabbed me pretty tight.
“I’m staying here after dinner. Then you can send me home. How about that? Is my bribe good enough.?”
I eyed her suspiciously.
“We can make out, give each other orgasms.” Her brow raised in a challenge.
“You don’t have to bribe me. I will make out with you and give you orgasms. I will make sure to give you your needs and satisfy you. But I can make that work.” I offered my left hand. “Just no pictures or posting it on social media.”
“I’m not even your follower, Langston.”
“Ouch. Really? What’s your IG?”
“I don’t know.”
I stared at her. “What do you mean you don’t know?”
“I don’t know if it’s still active. I’m not handling it anymore.”