Forbidden Boss (Nikki and Rome's Story) (Manhattan Billionaires)

25. Rome

I’d never beenthe possessive type. A long time ago, I’d learned not to let people in. When you invited people into your inner sanctum, they had power over you. They could hurt you, reject you. They could leave. They could die. As a result, I kept people at arm’s length.

I’d always been stronger on my own. It was a lesson I’d learned time and time again, and at the tender age of forty-two, it wasn’t something I’d thought to change.

But holding Nikki in my arms and tasting her lips made me forget myself. I’d kept my expression calm while she told me what she wanted from me, even though I raged inside. I didn’t want casual fun with her; I wanted all of her.

Still, I couldn’t deny that she was right to put bumper rails on our situation. We’d lost control at some point, and now we needed to wrench the wheel so this speeding car was at least traveling between the lines.

I could bend my own rules for her—for this. I could indulge this need to have her for my own without having to change the core of me. It was a win-win.

She was mine, for as long as she agreed to be. And I intended to make that last a long, long time.

Nikki let out a cute yelp when I lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. She clawed at my shoulders and dug her fingers into my hair, evidence that she wasn’t in as much control as she thought. I smiled against her lips and inhaled the scent of her.

I’d lost my mind, and I didn’t care.

Stumbling across the room, I made it to the internal elevator and mashed the button next to her hip. The door opened a moment later and I walked in as Nikki began clawing at the buttons on my shirt, tearing at it to get her hands on my skin. We both groaned when she ripped the shirt apart and slid her hands down my back. Her hips bucked, her hair falling out of the knot she’d tied it in earlier.

She wore lip gloss that tasted like strawberries. Her perfume was delicate and heady all at once. Her touch was insistent and gentle in turn. She was made of contradictions, and I was drunk off the unpredictability of it all. When I shoved my hand in her hair and felt the silken strands fall down, I let out a low moan. I fisted my hand in her locks and relished the small gasp that left her lips.

The elevator door opened, and Nikki slid down to her feet. She toddled on her heels but let me tow her along down the wide hallway toward my bedroom.

I locked us in. She cast one long glance around the room, then turned to look at me through her lashes. Her lips curled into a sinful smile, and she went to work undoing the buttons of her blouse. My chest heaved with every breath as I watched, intent on the slivers of skin that revealed themselves to me. My own hands were busy tearing at my shirt, pulling it out of my pants, and letting it drop to the floor.

I closed the distance between us and ran a finger over the edge of her bra. “I like this,” I said, admiring the black lace and white underlay. Everything about her was considered, beautiful, intentional. I’d never met anyone who seemed at once so effortless while very clearly making an effort.

I liked that she didn’t try to hide herself. I liked that her desire to drape herself in nice fabrics and expertly applied cosmetics wasn’t hidden behind false modesty. She was a high-maintenance woman, and not ashamed of it.

The zipper on her pencil skirt gave me little resistance. She shimmied her hips as I pushed the fabric down, then grinned as I sucked in a breath.

My fingers coasted over the thigh-high stockings, the garters, the matching underwear. “You aren’t real,” I said.

Laughing, Nikki reached for my belt. I let her unlatch it and groaned as she reached inside to grip me. Blown-out pupils stared at me as she stroked me, her breaths ragged, her skin flushed.

I took her hand away then grabbed her around the waist and tossed her onto my bed. She bounced once, laughing, then toyed with the waistband of her underwear while I shucked off the rest of my clothing. I reached into my nightstand and pulled out a condom, setting it on top of the piece of furniture before kneeling between her spread legs.

My pulse was a steady drumbeat. It felt like I was marching toward the point of no return. Something was changing between us—within me. Nikki’s dark hair spread out on my white pillows, her lingerie-clad body spread before me, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to let her go.

The thought blazed through me, and my control snapped. I tugged her panties aside and shoved my finger inside the wet warmth of her. She arched, her hands moving to grip my bedding as a soft cry escaped her lips. I added another finger, watching her lashes flutter, ignoring the insistent throbbing happening between my legs.

I liked seeing her undone. I liked mussing up all her careful hair, makeup, and clothing. I liked seeing lust cloud her eyes so that all that existed in her face was raw desire.

Raw desire—for me.

Her body undulated as I fingered her, knees pressing against my biceps. She clawed at the nightstand and found the condom, tearing the packet open with trembling fingers before thrusting it at me.

I hummed and leaned back on my heels. My cock jutted out and we both looked at it.

“You want it?” I asked.

“Shut up and fuck me, Rome.”

I grinned and nodded at the condom. “Put it on, then.”

She huffed like the insolent brat she was, then did as she was told. I groaned at the feel of her slim fingers around my shaft, the grip of her fist at its base. She flopped back on the pillows and looked at me expectantly.

I tsked and shook my head. “You want my cock, you’ll come here and fuck it for yourself.”

Her glare made blood rush down to the member in question. And when Nikki bit her lip before arranging herself on her hands and knees before me, I bit back a groan. She held her panties aside and positioned me at her entrance, then backed herself onto my shaft in a slow, torturous movement.

“Good,” I said. “Keep going.”

“You’re such an asshole, Rome.”

My palm cracked against her ass cheek. She bucked, then slammed backward. We both groaned. Her head fell down between her shoulders as her fists curled against the pillows, and I almost gave in. It was the sight of her bare spine, the dark lace of her undergarments, the sight of my red, swollen cock inside the woman I’d been craving for weeks.

But with a whine, Nikki began to rock herself against me, and I let out a long sigh. “Work yourself over my cock,” I told her, unable to tear my gaze away from her sensuous movements. She picked up the pace, her movements almost jagged, a frustrated moan slipping through her clenched teeth.

“Rome,” she complained.

“Yes, baby?”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

She slammed back into me, and it took all my self-control not to meet her thrust for thrust. But this was a woman who needed to be cracked open. She didn’t just give herself up to anyone. The fact that she made those rules for us—that she thought she could keep herself from giving herself to me fully—made me want to take her to the edge and keep her there.

So I guessed she was right. I was an asshole.

“Fuck me,” she whined, backing herself onto my cock as hard as she could.

I hummed, then gripped her underwear and tugged it aside so I could get a better view. She moaned at the touch of my fingertips against her skin, her fists clenching into the pillows, so I met her next thrust with a hard one of my own.

Her answering moan nearly undid me. I held onto her by her underwear and gave her what she wanted, tugging her into my thrusts with my grip on that scrap of fabric. The unintelligible moans that slipped from her lips made my own curl into a smile. I ran my hands over her body and lost myself in the feel of her. The wetness. The tightness. The heat.

She was so perfect, it made my head spin.

Not wanting the moment to end, I pulled out of her and fit myself between the globes of her ass. When I heard her sharp inhalation, my gaze sharpened. I held her ass, guiding my cock in her cleft as her shoulders and chest fell onto the bed.

I’d never seen anything so good in my life.

“Do you want my cock in your ass?” I asked, and my voice was so dark I barely recognized it.

“I—I’ve never…” She turned her head to the side, and I could see her eyes were closed, her mouth open.

I smoothed my hands over her ass and waist, feeling the tremors that ran through her body. I pulled my hips away from her and looked down. The most violent wave of possession I’d ever felt took me over. This woman was mine, now and forever. She’d give herself to me completely. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not soon. But I’d die before I let her go.

I couldn’t resist the urge to slide my finger in her wet opening, feeling the grip of her inner muscles around me. I angled my cock at her opening and eased myself inside as my hands spread her ass wide. Her skin glistened from where my cock had been, and I brought my index finger to her rear hole, the digit coated in her juices. She grunted and backed into me when I slipped it past the first tight ring. Her skin held a sheen of sweat, her hair plastered to her temples.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” I told her as I picked up the pace, “and you’re going to scream my name while you do it.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“And I’m going to keep this finger in your ass so you know how it feels to come with it there.”

“Yes,” was the desperate reply that came once more.

“When you’re ready, princess, I’m going to take you here. Not tonight. Not until you’re begging me for it.”

Her breath gusted out. “Rome—yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

“You belong to me, Nikki,” I said, driving myself into her. “No matter how you try to deny it, I think you already know.”

“Yours,” she breathed.

“On your elbows, gorgeous. I want you to take all of me. Want you to feel how good it feels to have me filling you up like this. And when you come, you say my name. Got it?”

Something like a sob came from her, and then she was lifting herself onto her elbows once more. Words escaped me, and all that existed was the feel of this woman clenching around me, the darkness of my need for her consuming me. When she began to tremble and buck against me, I reached up to her shoulder with my free hand to pull myself deeper inside her, so she knew how it felt to take all of me. Her ass clenched around my finger as I drove it in and out of her ass, our bodies slapping together with wet, messy sounds.

My control was in tatters. I saw nothing but the color of her hair against the pillow, the glistening skin spread out beneath me. The shape of my handprint on her ass. She clenched and fluttered around me as she screamed my name—just like I told her to.

I groaned. “My perfect girl. Scream it, gorgeous. You take me so well. You feel so fucking good, Nikki. Perfect. Need. You’re—” My own words were near gibberish as I panted them out, unable to think of anything except how good it felt to have this woman beneath me, giving me everything I’d ever wanted.

My release was moments behind hers. With my vision gone white and pleasure splintering through me, nothing existed but the feel of my woman around me.

I collapsed beside her as she fell to her side, her breaths jagged. I turned my head to take in the sight of her here, in my bed, well-fucked and panting.

And I knew it hadn’t just been lust talking before. I wasn’t going to let her go.

Her eyes opened, dark pools of brown gazing right to the core of me. Her makeup was smudged around her eyes, and her cheeks were red with the flush of her orgasm. We were beyond words. I curled my arm around her and tugged her to my side where she belonged.