Tempted by her Daddies: Chapter 48

Roman paced up and down the room.

Alexei and Salem would be getting ready to board the plane by now. The flight was going to be over twelve hours with one stop.

He should rest.

He should do something other than pace up and down his office.

A knock on his door had him turning. “Come in.”

“Would you mind opening the door?” Tamsyn asked. “I have a tray.”

He leapt across the room and opened the door for her. She smiled as she walked inside. “I won’t stay long. I just brought you some dinner. It isn’t much since I can’t cook, as you know. I just heated up some cans of soup. There wasn’t a lot in the cupboard, so I mixed a couple of them. I hope it tastes okay. Oh, and toast with butter. That, I can do!”

“I’m sure it will be fine,” he said as he took the tray from her. The soup was an alarming shade of brown, though. “Have you eaten?”

“Me? Uh, no. I don’t think so.”

He sighed. Shit. He should have been paying closer attention. He was in charge of her while the other two were away. “When did you last eat?”

“Umm. You know, maybe I should go and clean up the kitchen.”

He held up an arm as she tried to step past him.

“I made you up an eating schedule for a reason,” he said sternly. “It’s pinned to the fridge so you can see it. With a list of healthy snacks you could eat.”

“Yes, but who really eats five times a day?” she complained. “It’s so much. I don’t have the time or the belly for it.”

“You should eat that much. And frankly, I’d be happy if you ate three meals. Sit at my desk, you’re eating with me.”

Only the soup really was sludge.

He didn’t want to insult her, though. So he moved his chair around to sit next to her.

“Do you think they’re okay? Salem and Alexei?” she asked, sounding anxious. “They said that they couldn’t give me specifics . . . I just want to know they’re okay.”

“Hey, they’re fine. They’re about to board a plane. They’ll probably message once they’re in the air. Okay?”

She nodded.

Relief filled him that he was able to reassure her.

He stirred the soup and took a sip. And his mouth immediately became a fire pit.

Holy shit.

“Oh, I forgot to mention that I put some chili powder in the soup. Is it okay?” she asked.

He raced over to his small fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, gulping it down.

“Oh no! Is it that hot? Spicy hot? Wait, I don’t think you should drink water. Have you got any other drinks in there?” She got up and searched through his fridge. “Chocolate milk! This will work better.”

He drank the chocolate milk down as she watched on worriedly.

“That’s better,” he said.

“I’m so sorry! God, I’m so stupid. I should never have put that chili in. Who does that? Immpphhh.”

Her words mumbled together as Roman took her by surprise and grabbed her shoulders with his hands, pressing his lips to hers.

That was such a non-Roman gesture that it took her completely by surprise and the kiss was over before she could even properly react.

“Oh no.”

“Oh no, what?” he asked.

“I didn’t kiss you back. I was too surprised. Oh, I’m such an immpphhhh.”

There he went again, kissing her. But this time, he ran his tongue along her lips and she opened them, allowing his tongue into her mouth.

A sigh of pleasure escaped her.

Roman might not have much experience, but he could kiss.

He placed his hand gently on the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss. When he drew back, he placed his forehead against hers as they both breathed heavily.

“I never really understood the point of kissing until I kissed you,” he said.

“You’re an amazing kisser,” she told him.

“Really?” He stared down at her. “Are you sure?”

“Very sure. When you kiss me, the rest of the world disappears. It’s like I don’t have any worries or concerns because you’ve made them go away.”

“I always want to do that,” he told her. “I don’t ever want you to worry about anything.”

She smiled sadly. “Not really possible, is it?”

“It should be,” he replied fiercely. “We should be able to make your life free of stress and worry. I want to do that.”

God, it was a nice dream.

“Maybe we’ll start with a few kisses. Come.” He took her hand and led her into his bedroom.

Her heart raced. What was happening right now? Was he . . . did he want to have sex?

Stopping at the end of the bed, he cupped her face. “Do you want this? Tell me now if you don’t.”

“I want all of this. Every piece. Please,” she said breathlessly.

He grinned. “I like hearing you beg. I’m going to undress you. I want you to do just what I tell you, understand?”

“Yes, I understand. I’m very good at doing what I’m told.”

“Are you?” he queried. “That’s a surprise to hear.”

“Hey!” she protested.

He smiled as he started stripping off her clothes. He fumbled slightly with her bra. “Sorry,” he muttered.

“Don’t be. Stupid thing. I always have trouble operating it. I’m thinking of getting rid of them all.”

“Good plan,” he said as he finally undid it.

“Yeah, it’s not like I have anything to support anyway.”

He narrowed his gaze as he glared down at her. “That sounded like you were putting yourself down.”

Her eyes widened. “Who me? Nope. I’ve learned my lesson.”

“I’m not so sure you have. Perhaps you need to write some lines about not putting yourself down.”

She shook her head. “No, no, no. Please.”

“Hmm. Remind me later. For now.” He stripped off the rest of her clothes. He took the time to fold each piece of her clothing carefully, setting it aside on an armchair.

He was so sweet.

Then he stood and simply stared at her.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked. She’d meant for the question to sound sassy, but instead it came off breathy and unsure.

‘Darling girl, there is no way you could possibly be more perfect.”

Wow.

Just wow.

“Right back at you,” she said.

“But I haven’t even taken my clothes off.”

“You don’t have to,” she told him. “You’re already perfect in every way.”

“My family never thought that.”

“Your family are dicks who don’t deserve you,” she told him bluntly.

“Tell me how you really feel, darling,” he crooned.

“Your family are dicks who don’t deserve you,” she repeated.

He grinned. “Lie back on the bed. Let me look at you.”

She did as bid and he stood at the end of the bed, staring down at her.

“So beautiful.”

Roman stripped off his pants and then started working on the buttons of his shirt. Even when he was working from home, he dressed like he was going into an office.

“That’s so sexy,” she told him.

His eyebrows rose in surprise. “What is?”

“You taking off your shirt. So sexy.”

“Good to know. I hadn’t realized.” He folded the shirt and set it aside.

Why was he moving so slow? Was it to tease her? To make her hotter?

If so, it was working.

Too well.

Now he was dressed in a white undershirt and boxers that had images of cups of tea on them.

She giggled and he sighed.

“Not the sexiest undergarments.”

“Doesn’t matter when there’s a sexy body underneath them.” She leaned up on her elbows as he did something that was truly, extremely hot.

He reached behind and grabbed hold of the back of his singlet, ripping it off over his head in one go.

“Oh my God. I think I just came,” she muttered.

“What?” He gave her a startled look.

“That was so hot. Do it again.”

“You want me to put my shirt back on just so I can rip it off?”

“Uh-huh.”

He grinned at her, shaking his head. And she took in all of him.

So freaking hot.

He wasn’t built as big as Alexei or even Salem. But he was still all muscle. It was easy to see that he spent some time working out.

His chest and stomach were firm and bare of hair. She wanted to lick him all over.

“On second thought, leave it off.”

He chuckled and then lightly touched her leg. “Move your legs apart.”

Immediately, she obeyed him.

“God. You listen so beautifully. I want you to lie back and put your hands above your head. You’re not to move them unless I give permission, all right? I want to touch you, but I don’t want you touching me just yet.”

“I can do that.”

Her heart raced in anticipation as he kneeled between her legs and then ran his hands up the insides of her thighs.

To her surprise, he started kissing his way along her legs.

God.

Her body tightened, heat flooding her.

More. She wanted more.

He leaned over her, not really touching her anywhere except for his lips which laid kisses along her tummy.

She sucked in a breath.

Then he reached her breasts. His tongue flicked over one nipple.

“Ohh,” she moaned.

He moved to her other breast and ran his tongue over it.

“Stay still,” he warned as she started to squirm.

Bending down, he nuzzled his face against her neck, breathing her in.

“Delicious.” Then he kissed up her neck until he got to her lips, kissing her lightly then deepening it. She hungrily kissed him back.

Lord.

This was like torture.

She wanted to touch him and yet she didn’t want him to stop.

Be strong.

He pulled back and his lips parted as he breathed heavily. “You are amazing.”

She could feel herself blush and she shook her head.

He rested all of his weight on one hand as he grasped hold of her chin. “Yes, you are. Amazing and mine. Ours.”

Then he kissed her again. And the next fifteen minutes or so became a blur of need and arousal. He alternated between kissing her and playing with her breasts.

Her breathing grew sharp and fast.

“Please, please,” she begged.

“What is it, darling girl?” he asked.

Shoot.

Dare she ask? She bit her lip.

“Tell me.” This time his voice was firmer. Leaving her no choice but to ask.

“Can I . . . will you touch me? Down there?”

“You want me to? You know I’ve never done that before.”

“Please, I’m dying.” She gave him her most pathetic look and he snorted.

Drat.

Seemed that he didn’t believe her.

Rude.

But then he moved so he was kneeling on the floor next to the bed.

“Scoot down so your hips are at the edge,” he bossed.

She shifted and he tapped the insides of her thighs again. “Hold these up to your chest and out.”

Obeying him, she raised her legs up.

“So pretty.” He ran a finger down her pussy. “I didn’t realize it would be so beautiful.”

“Is it?”

“Have you never looked at it?”

“No!” Why would she do that?

“Sit up and keep your legs spread wide,” he bossed. “I will find a mirror.”

“Rome! I can’t look at myself,” she protested as he came out of the bathroom with a handheld mirror.

“Of course you can.” He placed the mirror between her legs. “Now look.”

This might be the most embarrassing thing she’d ever done but she peered into the mirror. He reached down with his hand and parted her lower lips.

Oh wow.

That did look hot.

It probably wouldn’t have without his hand there, but yeah . . . super hot.

“Isn’t she pretty?” Roman asked.

“Yes, she is. I never realized.”

“Every part of you is amazing, darling girl, and nothing should be off-limits.”

“I was always made to feel like I shouldn’t be a girl,” she confessed. “That it was wrong or bad or . . . inferior, I guess.”

“I know what it feels like to be uncomfortable with your body, to feel like you’re not good enough,” he told her.

Yeah, if anyone would understand it was Roman.

“But we shouldn’t let them have any hold over us. We can’t let them dictate who we are or how we should act. Understand?”

That was the fiercest she thought she’d ever heard him.

“I hear you. I might look at her every morning.”

He chuckled. “And when you do, you tell yourself that you are strong, you are beautiful, and you are more than enough.”

“Thanks, Rome.”

“No problem, darling girl. Now, lay back down. I have the urge to taste you.”

No one was more surprised than him by his words or the urge to taste her pussy.

But he couldn’t deny it.

In fact, he’d been thinking about it for a long time. He’d even watched some instructional videos.

He just hoped that he didn’t mess this all up.

“Oh, thank God,” she said as she lay back and drew her legs up to her chest again.

He hadn’t been lying before.

Her pussy was a piece of art. Parting her lips, he took a long lick.

How did she taste so good? And the noises coming from her were more than enough to spur him on.

He flicked his tongue over her clit, until she stiffened and her moans deepened.

Oh. He didn’t want her to come just yet. He was having too much fun playing.

Roman moved his tongue down lower to her entrance and she let out a noise of disapproval. He had to grin.

Poor baby.

Then he thrust his tongue deep inside her. He’d thought he might have more trouble touching her than this, but he should have known that he wouldn’t. He’d been able to touch her more easily for a while now.

But he’d known he would have to get fully naked and that added a whole other level to his nerves.

So far, though, he hadn’t had any issues.

“Please, please, please,” she begged. “Can I come? I need to come.”

“You can come, darling girl,” he told her. Then he used his tongue to play with her clit while he thrust two fingers deep inside her.

He drove them in and out as her cries filled the room and then she clenched down around him as she screamed.

Wow.

That was . . . he didn’t even have words. He slid his fingers free from her pussy and brought them to his mouth, sucking strongly.

“Rome?” she said breathlessly.

He got up and kneeled on the bed, staring down at her in concern. “Are you all right? Was that okay?”

“It was more than all right,” she replied, staring up at him with a dreamy smile on her face. “It was the most wonderful thing ever.”

“So I did okay?” he asked. He hated to sound needy, but he also liked feedback. “Anything I can improve on?”

“If you improve on that, I might just die. Although it will be a heck of a way to go.”

He smiled.

“Can I touch you now?” she asked. “Or can I touch your cock? With my mouth?”

He swallowed heavily. He wanted that. A lot. When she had her mouth around his cock, everything else seemed to fade away and he didn’t hear the voices in his head, berating him. Telling him that he wasn’t enough.

But today he wanted something else.

“Actually, I wanted to try making love to you. If you want that too?”