Hired Love

It shouldn't have stung as much as it did.

Roman spread both arms on the tub of the Jacuzzi, letting the heat of the water calm him. The garden was large and beautiful like Heather took care of it personally. Again, he was reminded how wealthy the Lincolns were. There were flowers of every kind surrounding the tub and all over. It had been the perfect placement. Tree lights in different colors hung from the trees and bushes, giving the ambience a calm, tranquil feeling.

He drank from his glass of whiskey, letting the brown liquid burn its way through his throat. He doubted she'd come. Seeing her storm off angrily had left him dejected and a tad bit annoyed. He hadn't meant to lock lips with Claire. He had been looking for one of the groups to steal information, just as he'd said. Claire had been in the hallway obviously with the same thought.

She'd thrown several compliments his way, to which he'd politely acknowledged. When she'd asked about the engagement, he'd gotten the impression that she was doubtful about the verisimilitude of their relationship. He would admit he hadn't done much to convince her, but she hadn't given him much room to do anything when she suddenly grabbed him and kissed him.

He had not liked it. It didn't give him shivers or make him want to touch the rest of her body. The hungry need he felt when he kissed Stacy was missing. His hands had been dormant and his lips at a standstill. Not that she didn't know how to kiss. Roman knew she was skilled at seduction, probably dedicated a few years to honing the act. He wouldn't have blamed that Matt guy if he didn't already know how much of a pussy he was.

But he wished she'd come. The pain in her eyes had been evident and he had no doubt it had hurt even more because it had happened before. Though he wasn't actually her husband-to-be, it didn't repress the feeling of betrayal she must have been feeling.

It shouldn't have stung but it did.

Then his eyes were staring at fair skin. The water bubbled around him violently as she dipped a leg into the Jacuzzi. He watched her fingers unfasten the knot of her robe, pulling it away from her body. Bare shoulders came into view, full breasts covered with only a bikini bra. Her dark hair was pulled up in a rough bun at the top of her head.

Roman's eyes trailed the magnificent piece of art in front of him. The slim body was breathtaking, with swaying hips that drove him just mad enough to get him hard. Blood rushed to his cock.

Stacy was exquisite. Her lips were shining, and her body glistened in the light emitting from the tub. The water glimmered on her skin as she immersed herself into the water.

"You came," He murmured, the silence carrying the sound.

"I won it." She shrugged a shoulder, holding his gaze. They were both on opposite sides of the tub.

There was something incredibly titillating about the way she was looking at him, like she was daring him to touch her with his eyes. Roman had always liked challenges. He blessed the day Grace became his cousin because meeting this beautiful woman in front of him was the best thing to happen to his cock in a very long time.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to take off those cute little panties you have on and fuck you senseless."

He saw her chest heave, noticed her breath hitch. "You know what I think?" she murmured, swimming closer to him. "I think you're all talk and no action."

Now he was sure she was tempting him, and Lord have mercy, he was puny in her hands. He could see her nipples harden beneath her bikini top and he itched to lick it. He wanted to suck those beautiful breasts until she was shivering and quaking and begging for more.

"Don't push it, baby." He said when she was close enough that he could reach out and capture her lips in his. "I can assure you, talking has nothing to do with what I want to do to you."

Stacy smiled seductively, running a finger around his left nipple. The light feathery touch caused such a deep vibration through his body, he was scared he'd explode.

She's not even really touching you, Roman. Where's your self-control?

Not where Stacy was concerned. His self-control and ability to reason rationally went out the window. And now she was touching him, teasing him.

A hand shot out to still her movements, and he hissed when she laughed. "Stop that. I don't want to die before I'm forty. Come here." He jerked her to him, and she gasped when their bodies collided. "Now what were you saying about me being all talk?" "Hm. I don't know," She licked his jaw. "What was I saying?"

"You're a bad, bad girl." He said chuckling. He liked the side of Stacy, this naughty side. He had a suspicion it didn't come out very often and he thanks the gods he was alive to experience it.

He held her close, feeling her breath on his wet skin. Her tongue flicked out to lick his skin. "Punish me, then." She whispered.

That was all the incentive Roman needed.