~Viviana~If I thought that waking up to mom’s cooking was the best way to start my day, damn, I was wrong. A repeat performance of Roman’s expert mouth, tongue, and fingers last night was better. I was sure that my arousal dampened his bedsheets. Thinking of everything dirty he did and said to me, the image of his face trapped between my legs was enough to soak my underwear...We’re driving through an unfamiliar viridescent field of uphill and downhill roads. Apart from the times he’d had to shift gears, our fingers remained locked together above his thigh.Road signs indicate that we’re still in Las Mencía. I closed my eyes, leaning my elbow on the open window panel, relishing the fresh air caressing my face. My hair, a mess of locks constantly swept over my face, made me smile

~Viviana~Knuckles turning white. My grip on the grab handle tightened as Roman’s Tesla took each curve on the freeway. This is not a road trip. It’s the fastest roller coaster ride I’ve ever been on. My breaths came in rapid huffs and I was sure my heart moved permanently in my throat.Just like last night, he was driving over the speed limit, but I wasn’t afraid. I’m feeling a different kind of rush.The resolve on Roman’s face gave me comfort that he was in his zone. His face was so focused on what he was doing that the small conversation we had barely registered in my head.It took about forty-five minutes to reach his grandmother’s place. He chopped off a good twenty minutes in that time while breaking numerous traffic rules

~Viviana~I knew this was supposed to happen, but in my defence, he gave me two mind-wrecking orgasms. My mind was in haze and counting to five seemed like a task for a genius.Still dazed, I pushed myself up from lying on my back, and kneeled in front of Roman, mimicking his position. I trapped his face with my hand, kissing him squarely, urging him to part his lips for me with my tongue. He did, groaning as I pushed my tongue inside his mouth, tangled with his in a bliss-filled dance.I let go of his face, at the same time I pulled away from his lips, trailing open-mouthed kisses down his neck. He held me firmly by my waist, a guttural sound vibrated from him. I scraped my teeth on his collarbone, his nails digging into my skin.His hand glided up to my hair, tugging u

~Viviana~A rusty knife could slice through the thick silence hovering inside Roman’s car through the drive back to his place.He was deep in his thoughts since he came back inside the pub alone with a formidable look on his face. Apart from asking me if I’d like to go back to his villa, he said nothing else.It was strange. We drive to the pub in a different situation than what we have right now. It’s like I am with a different person. Whatever discussion he had with Lena clearly affected his mood.I was itching to ask him what happened, what they talked about. I was damn curious, but I knew it was not my place to inquire about anything. It’s not his job to tell me things, either. The weight of the words I’ve spoken to Nico, Mateo, and Sylv

~Roman~ Through the drive back to her place on Monday morning, I couldn’t let Viviana go. There is an unsettling feeling inside me like I’m a kid having separation anxiety. “Roman,” Viviana groaned, squirming from my lap. I haven’t had a wink of sleep, but it felt as though I had a boost from litters of caffeine. My entire body is wide awake, every sense is working in hyper-drive as I hold her tight, nuzzling my nose on the base of her neck. For some reason, she smells so good there. Just right down the slope where her shoulder meets her neck. I pressed my lips on her pulse, memorizing the titter tatter of her heartbeat against my skin. “You’re already late for work,” she mumbled, spearing her fingers through my hair.