Unfortunately for him there was no family to run home to. All he’d be rushing to was a huge and empty penthouse suite freshly cleaned in anticipation of his return. His housekeeper would have made sure everything was spotless and a warm meal would be waiting for him. But what joy was that when you were eating alone?
So instead of heading for home he went straight to the office. He had no intention of staying there late. He’d retrieve a few files and then he’d be on his way.
He was surprised when he met the head of security in the lobby and learned that the building was not as empty as he had anticipated. One eager beaver, as the man put it, was still plugging away on the sixth floor at almost nine o’clock at night. That eager beaver was Serena Van Buren.
At the man’s words, Roman frowned. Serena? She was the last person he would expect to be working until this hour on a Friday night. He knew he’d left quite a bit for her to do in his absence but not so much that she’d have to give up her weekend. He would have to check on her. He’d deliberately avoided speaking to her while he’d been away on his business trip. He wanted to give her space, time to recover from that unhappy incident at her apartment. But now there was no avoiding it.
Roman was surprised when he got to a sixth floor that was totally silent. He’d expected to at least hear the hum of computers, the tapping of fingers on a keyboard or a printer in motion. But there was nothing except the eerie silence of a deserted office. The security guard must have been mistaken. Either that or she’d already left.
Roman decided to continue on his way to his office on the tenth floor. The door was slightly ajar and he nudged it open with foot as he began to loosen his tie. He was just about to throw his briefcase onto the sofa when he froze. There Serena lay, fast asleep, her head resting on the arm of the couch, her long, dark hair cascading almost to the floor. Her face, unguarded and innocent, was flushed in sleep and her long lashes formed crescents that fanned out on her smooth skin. On her lap was a folder and he could guess what had happened. She’d probably gone to his office to leave the reports he’d requested and had found the sofa too hard to resist and then sleep had come to claim her.
For a long while Roman stood staring down at the vision of beauty before him. He wanted her so badly he could taste it. Finally, unable to resist, he reached out a hand and touched the soft fineness of her hair. He lifted a tendril from off her face and that was when she woke up.
Serena’s eyelids fluttered then slowly her eyes opened. “Roman? What? Where?” Clearly disoriented, she tried to raise her head then sat back down and groaned. She lifted a hand and rubbed the back of her neck. Then she blinked up at him like a very sleepy kitten.
Roman chuckled then reached out and gently helped her to her feet. She stifled a yawn then stretched, almost involuntarily, and her body swayed. He could see that she was still half asleep. He reached out to steady her and before he could stop her she was relaxing into him, her soft curves molding into him. God, that felt good.
His arms circled her waist as he held her so she would not fall and then she was pressing her body into his. She laid her head on his chest and gave a soft sigh then began to move her lips against the fabric of his shirt as if searching for the hardened nub of his nipple. His groin tightened in response. The little minx was driving him crazy.
He knew he should stop her but when she slid her hands up his body and began to loosen the buttons on his shirt he did not. All week he’d been dying for this, for the heat of her body, the softness of her fingers, the caress of her lips. All week he’d been reliving those precious moments when she’d responded to him with a seductive innocence that he’d found so hard to resist. And now she was in his arms again.
Serena had opened five of the buttons and was tugging on his tie to loosen it. He reached up to help her. In one quick move he slipped it off and threw it on top of the desk.
Then she dipped her head, and like she’d done days before, she pressed her lips to his chest and captured his sensitive bud between sharp white teeth, sending shockwaves ripping through his body. Roman cupped her head with his big hand, reveling in the pleasure she was giving him with her lips, turned on by her soft sighs and moans. In a final effort at resistance he groaned then kissed the top of her head and captured the hands that worried his belt.
“Serena,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and strained, even to his own ears, “are you sure you want this?”
In response, she kissed the middle of his chest then sighed. “Roman,” she whispered, her voice breathless, “I’ve wanted this ever since the day I met you.” She wrapped her arms around his bare waist and pressed her body against his. “Please don’t reject me again.”
Reject her? What the hell was she talking about? How could he reject such a delicate but wickedly tempting flower? He’d been trying his best to resist her precocious charms but it was no use. She was offering herself up to him and his body was clamoring for her. He had to have her.
Roman shrugged out of his jacket and popped open the rest of the buttons on his shirt. He threw it onto the floor. Then he turned his attention to the little witch who lay back on the sofa, smiling dreamingly up at him. There was no hesitation in her eyes, no fear, no uncertainty. Instead, what he saw was the intensity of her desire, a desire that seemed to match the craving he was feeling. Dear God, he could see it. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Before he could move to help her, Serena began to undress. Her jacket and top were off in seconds and then she was sliding her skirt down her legs. Then she lay back dressed only in lacy black bra and matching panties. She was beautiful.
Roman sat on the couch and lowered his head to the fullness of her br**sts. He kissed the tops of the soft mounds and licked at the heated flesh till Serena moaned and arched her back, gasping for more. This time Roman wanted nothing between them. He slid his hands under her back and snapped the bra open then slid it from her arms and dropped it on the floor beside them. Her br**sts, so full and round, creamy mounds of delectable flesh, fell open to his gaze. The delicious pink cherries on their tips made his mouth water.