“That’s what you do to me. Every time you walk into a room. Every time you look at me like that.”

I squeezed him through the fabric. He hissed and pushed into my palm.

“Roman…”

“I shouldn’t want this,” he muttered against my lips. “You’re Avery’s best friend. Your father’s—”

I kissed him again to shut him up. He let me. His hand stayed around my throat while the other gripped my ass and pulled me tighter against his cock. We ground against each other like teenagers, desperate and messy. My panties were soaked. Every roll of his hips made me gasp into his mouth.

He spun me around so...