100 Days With Mr Romero
"Can I taste you down there?" He said and I swallowed.
"I want to claim you." His words disrupted my thoughts and I inhaled in a sharp breath.
"When you fell on my hands before practically falling on the floor, I knew I just had to have you." His deep voice reverberated throughout the empty room. He was sounded confident—no he was confident. "Even if it's for a night."
“I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to inhale the sharp of your breath as blood rushes through your body. Tell me bunny, are you wet right now?” He asked and I inhaled sharply. He growled.
She was Fire, and he wanted to consume every bit of her.
It was supposed to be a one night of fun, letting go and celebrating graduation from college. That was all Emma had bargained herself for.
He was Gideon, the owner of the biggest club in New York and few other countries. A typical player? No that wasn't the type of man he was, but that didn't mean he didn't mind having some fun occasionally. Or maybe more than occasionally.
What then happens when the one night of fun revolves into a forever when an unnerving situation binds both parties together? Would they be able to make the best out of the situation or would it turn out to be a disaster?
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