The Auction House Deal: Bought by A Billionaire

Roman’s hands on my body eased any residual tension I felt. He pressed his lips to mine and our tongues danced, lapping at each other. His hands stroked my legs, pulling down the stretch pants. I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down with my hands.

I could tell he was eager, but I wanted to take our time, to savor our time together. Unbuttoning his shirt, one by one, I kissed his chest at each spot. He yanked off my shirt, and I lay back on the bed. Fondling my breasts, he first cupped them over my bra then unsnapped my undergarment, revealing my bright pink nipples.

With his nose, he nudged each one then licked the tips with the flick of his tongue. His sudden gentleness warmed my insides, and I gave a little shutter. I watched him and his delicate movements, working his hands and tongue down to the inside of my legs.

I wanted him, and my body was ready to welcome him inside of me, but I also enjoyed the slow buildup.

"Oohhh," I cooed. "That feels so nice."

He pulled my underwear down slightly and kissed me just below my waistband. I could feel his hardness growing in his boxer briefs.

With my hands, I reached down and over his underwear to touch his member. It pulsated in my hand, and I just rubbed my palm on it gently.

"I want you so bad," he whispered in my ear."

Then he pushed my underwear down all the way to my ankles, and I kicked it off. As I lay completely naked under him, Roman kneeled over me, watching me, and it felt sensual. He licked my stomach as I grabbed him again between his legs. I pulled his hardness out and stroked it as he pushed down his underwear.

At that point, I pushed him over onto his back and started by kissing his neck and exploring his ear with my tongue.

Being cooped up in that hotel room, I had hoped I’d one day be able to feel Roman’s body underneath mine. Before I realized it was Martin who had kidnapped me, I wasn’t sure how long it would be until I saw Roman again.

Thankfully, it hadn’t been that long, but my body yearned for his. It had been difficult sleeping without him, wishing his warm body was next to mine. Licking him, I didn’t want to take any inch of his body for granted.

I worked my way down enjoying his chest, then his stomach, next putting his manliness in my mouth. My movements were gentle and sweet. Watching Roman stare into my eyes with a slight upturn of his lips, I could tell he was enjoying myself.

Once I made my way down to his toes, and sucked on each one, he stretched out his hands and pulled me on top of him. "It’s time," he said, and I pressed my pelvis into his. He wiped a strand of hair from my face and stared in my eyes.

"I missed you. I was so worried. I couldn’t eat or sleep," he said.

"I’m here now," I stared back, "and forever."

I mounted him and helped him push himself inside of me. We pushed our bodies together, making hot, sexy love. I squeezed my muscles and rode his body, our physical forms meshing so well together on the bed.

Our heads were at the foot of the bed, but we didn’t notice or care. We were in our own little bubble, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Roman guided my hips, keeping the tempo of our thrusts as they started to get faster and faster. My breasts hung in his face, and he fondled one as we approached our climax. I braced for the finish, rocking with him hard until finally he let out a long breath.

I collapsed on top of him, and he held me tightly around my back.

"I’m never letting go of you," he joked.

"That’ll look real cute," I said. "Walking into a store attached to each other - buck naked."

"If that’s what I have to do to keep you safe..." he sounded serious.

I lifted my head a little and made eye contact. "I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I never should have gone out and allowed Kristin to lose the guards."

"Nonsense," Roman stroked my hair. "If you hadn’t done that, who knows what Martin would have done. It might actually have been a good thing that he kidnapped you when he did, before he had another close call with me."

"Maybe you’re right," I said. "Do you think you could ever forgive him?" I nestled my head in Roman’s chest.

He hugged me closer, his chest cozy. "I already have." "Ahhh," I rubbed my head on his chest.

"He’s your brother. He’s a little - well - I get that he was trying to protect you. A simple phone call would have been easier, but I know you all experienced a great deal of trauma with Court. I hope he gets the help he needs."

I put my chin on Roman’s chest and gazed up at him. "I do too. I think he will. It’s been so good for me. And starting my charity, I think it’s been able to help me really start to heal."

"I’m so proud of you," Roman hugged me to him again.

I felt so loved and supported lying there with Roman. Being his wife was one of the most unexpected and also the most satisfying experience of my life.

"I see now how asking for help isn’t a weakness. It takes strength. I hope Martin understands that. He was always so brave."

"We can help him."

"We?" I looked at him.

"Of course. We’re going to be attached - naked - aren’t we?" Roman laughed. I knew once he made that joke that his worry had dissipated.

"Yeah, first thing’s first," I told him. "Dinner with Geoffrey."

"I think I smell lasagna."

"My favorite," I smiled.

"I really don’t want to leave you." He traced his finger down my expose arm. Despite being naked, I felt fully protected in that moment as if Roman were my armor.

"I don’t want to leave either."

"But I’m really hungry," Roman admitted. "And you know, we did promise Geoffrey."

"A few more minutes." I stayed practically attached to Roman.

Since I didn’t have to worry about escaping or what my next move was, I could enjoy the physical pleasantries of our intimacy.

Roman gave me a long sweet kiss, and I closed my eyes. I felt so comfortable in being home, that I fell asleep.

I awoke about an hour later, the smell of lasagna wafting up my nose. Adjusting my eyes to the light, I could see Roman carrying a plate toward me in the darkened room.

"What happened?" I asked.

Roman had pulled the comforter over me, and I was comfortable cocooned inside of it on the bed.

"You fell asleep. But I couldn’t wait anymore. I was hungry. So I brought back a plate for when you woke up."

"Thank you," I said. "But I have to talk to Geoffrey, and I didn’t finish telling Lori about all that happened. And then there’s Freddy and Edward."

"Shhh," Roman said sitting beside me. "Clearly, you were and still are, exhausted. You need to slow down."

"But I have so much to do," I said.

Roman dug out my hand from under the comforter and held it in his. "And you can do all that - tomorrow. I’m keeping you to myself for the rest of the night," he said. "You need to rest."

"What about you?" I asked. "You were the one running around looking for me."

"I was. So I’m taking a break too." He nudged me over. We positioned ourselves on the bed and he pressed a button to raise up the TV.

I dug into the lasagna, which tasted magnificent after a diet of fruit and bagels.

Roman clicked the remote, and the screen came to life.

"Whaddya wanna watch?" he asked.

"No cooking shows," I said. "It’s all I watched in the hotel room."

He flipped through the channels, looking for something. When he found a cheesy romantic comedy movie that had just started, we settled back against the pillows.

I finished eating the lasagna and rested into Roman’s shoulder. Our night alone together was exactly what I needed. Everyone would understand.

I looked at the screen, and when the protagonist "accidentally" fell into the male lead who was strong and handsome, I turned to watch Roman. Our whole relationship had been "accidental" but I knew then that it was real and true.

I smiled. Roman was my movie love, the kind of man I had always dreamed about falling in love with. His bravery and confidence impressed me everyday, and I couldn’t wait to see where our lives would lead us next.