9. Roman
9
ROMAN
SONG, I’VE BEEN GONE, EX HABIT
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Marco and my assistant manager, Violet, rush across the foyer before I can make it to my office.
“Sir, we have an issue.” Her bowl-cut mousey brown hair waves with every frantic nod of her head.
“Is this about the renovations on the new club?” The moment Nadia said “I do”, I had a crew there getting to work.
I glance at Marco, and he looks just as worried, but shakes his head.
Letting out a big sigh, I push through to my desk. “Alright, let me hear it.”
Violet shifts in her loafers. “We’ve had another, um, ‘incident’ with Mr. Allen.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. What did he do this time? I swear that man just has a grudge. It isn’t our fault his wife came in here and went into a room with four guys.” Ever since, he’s blamed my club because of his little dick and lack of respect.
“He shut down suite B and C for the weekend. And, we have both of those rooms fully booked.” She folds her hands and drops her head.
“How?”
“Well, he, um…” She drifts off and looks up to Marco.
Marco clears his throat before looking at the ceiling before he talks. “He rented them under an alias for an hour session, and then smeared shit everywhere.”
I lean back in my chair, letting my palm cover my face. “You have got to be kidding me.”
“I wish. The cleaning crew is in B, but they said it’s going to take all shift, and they may not finish it.” She pushes her glasses up and twists her mouth as she finishes.
“I want posters hung up of that asshole so everyone knows what he looks like.” My blood beats in my ears.
Before I left my house I was worked up. Seeing Nadia in that green sundress made it difficult to restrain myself. She has no idea what a thin line she’s walking, and how badly I want to make her my wife in every meaning of the word.
The only reason I’m here is to go to one of the free-use rooms and blow off some steam.
This isn’t what I wanted to deal with today.
“It sounds like you have everything under control.” I’m not in a mindset to think.
That’s why I hired them. So I don’t have to worry about these things.
Just big ones. Like, how hard my cock is every time I’m in the same room as Nadia.
“I just need your approval for overtime if necessary.” Violet slides a form across my desk.
Scribbling my signature across the bottom, I don’t bother to read it. “I’ll pay whatever it takes to get those suites up and going. They’re cash cows.”
Getting the Empire will make dealing with situations like this so much easier. I can shuffle off lower list clients to that location and not have to cancel.
I’m almost there. I’ve already won half the battle by getting Nadia.
And, her hot body. Full breasts. Begging lower lip…
Fuck.
“If we’re done, I have other business to attend to.” Standing quickly, I push past Marco through the door, heading for one of the free rooms.
Anyone can go in there and play. Going in means you’re open to anything.
I need something to get this raging hard-on to lessen. It’s been standing at full attention since my wedding night.
Pushing her against the wall was the worst kind of torture I could have made for myself.
Now I know what she tastes like. How she smells. The way her pulse flutters with my touch.
And how wet my thigh was after it was pressed between her legs.
I pace down the hall like a man possessed.
Because I am, with the thoughts of her.
She’s lived in my house for nearly a week. I’ve never waited this long before.
But, seeing her sketchbook has rekindled a fire I’ve been trying to keep tamped down.
There’s two women and a man in the room when I step in.
They’re on their knees between his thighs taking turns using him for a popsicle.
I’m so hard my balls ache. Yet, seeing those two naked asses sticking up in the air, the seductive smile the one gives me, all I can think is how I would rather it was Nadia.
Maybe if one was wearing a little halter top and shorts?
No. Staring at their writhing bodies makes my dick go soft.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Screw this.
Angrily, I push back to the foyer and into the dark Vegas night.
This club used to be my sanctuary.
All I want now is to be home. Sitting across the table from Nadia, watching her laugh, has suddenly become more satisfying than two bare pussies shoved in the air for me to use at my whim.
I must be broken.
The drive to the house doesn’t change my mood.
It’s too late for dinner. I’m not hungry for food anyways.
All I can hope for is to stroke off in the shower and hope my cock lets me sleep tonight.
Pausing by her room, I’m tempted to slip inside. I wonder what she’d do if I did?
Would she scream? Or beg me to stay?
My hand rests on the cool metal.
I’m not in the practice of taking what isn’t offered. But, she’s driving me crazy.
I need a cold fucking shower.
Tugging off my suit jacket, I drape it over my arm as I start to unbutton my shirt.
I’m just about to push in the door to the master suite when I’m stopped by a strange sound.
With one finger, I give it a tap, and it swings open easily.
The sight makes me pause.
Her.
Why is she in my bed?
I don’t care. She’s naked. And, moaning.
Her bare knees are spread as her hand works between her thighs.
Jesus.
My cock turns to steel in an instant seeing her thrust a purple dildo in and out of herself as she pinches the nipples I knew would be perfect.
“It seems my wife has finally decided to join my bed?” I pinch the end of my dick to keep myself from coming in my pants.
I’ve been thinking of her for days.
Perhaps my patience has paid off.
Her eyes flutter open as her gaze focuses on me. “Oh! I didn’t think you’d be home?—”
“Don’t stop on my account.” I toss my blazer on the chair and step close enough to lean against the footboard. “Please. Continue.”
She props herself on her elbows with the slick toy in her hand. Her cheeks are cherry red. “I, um. I’m sorry.”
“Were you done? Did you come all over my bed?” My words are heavy with restraint. It takes everything in me not to dive my mouth into her sweet cunt and finish her myself.
Her blond hair drapes over her breast as she shakes her head.
“Then do it. I won’t touch. I do want to watch, though. So I can dream of you shattering against my pillow.” I hold up my palms, not hiding the tent of my pants.
She glances down at my crotch, and it makes my balls throb.
Gritting my teeth, I sit in the chair where my coat rests. “Go on. Rub those rosy nipples for me.”
She chews on her lip.
I can see the moment she gives.
Victory almost has me shouting as I see her relax.
“Like this?” One hand trails down her chest and feathers in a small circle around the tight bud.
“Yes. Now, lower.” My own nails dig into the soft leather. I’ve won this round, I don’t want to scare her off.
Her knuckle strokes down her smooth belly, making goosebumps pop up in its trail.
What I wouldn’t do to lick taste each one before they flatten.
“Good girl.” My voice is hoarse with need.
Her tiny gasp is a reward in itself.
“Lower.” I can feel the pressure in my own loins building as I watch her.
Tentatively, she pushes two fingers into her wet slit. She spasms as she touches her clit.
“That’s it. Flick, baby.”
Every movement of her hand feels like it’s threaded into my cock, which twitches in time with her.
I can hear her panting. With every breath, it grows louder until I almost feel the heat running over me.
Her heels dig into the mattress as she grinds against her palm.
“Put that rubber dick in, lastochka. Ride it like it’s me fucking you.”
Her chin turns so she can see me.
Those chocolate eyes latch onto mine as she slowly penetrates herself in a long push. “Like that?”
This woman. I can’t decide if this is heaven or hell.
“Yes, wife. Almost out, then fast and deep.” Tightening in my gut tells me I’m close.
Her mouth forms an ‘o’ as she obeys.
“Faster.” Squeezing my fists makes them ache, but I need the distraction.
She’s just so damned beautiful.
Driving that toy in and out of her pussy, she raises her ass to meet each thrust.
I can see her stomach clenching.
“Twirl that hard clit one more time for me.” My balls seize as she screams.
Her toes push out until her body is a rainbow over my blanket, locked into a climax that has tears squeezing from her.
My own pelvis gives in, shuddering me into a full release in my boxers.
I didn’t even have to touch myself.
She drops, spent, onto the comforter, one arm propped over her face. “My, god,” she moans.
I’m afraid to move. I know I made a mess, but I don’t want to ruin this gift she has given me.
When I feel dripping down my thigh, I give in and stand.
“Did you enjoy that? You have no idea how much more I could show you if you’d let me.” I don’t give her a chance to answer, but go into the bathroom to clean myself up.
I’m finished when I hear my phone ring from the pocket of my jacket, still draped across the best seat in the house.