(Lana's POV) I step closer. He reaches out, fingers brushing my waist lightly, not grabbing, just holding me there. His thumb strokes slow circles over my hip through my jeans.“You’ve been gone for hours, Baby Girl,” he murmurs, voice dropping rough. “Walking around this city while I’m losing my mind thinking about you. About how another man could be looking at what’s mine. How he could be offering you shit I should be the one giving you.”His hand slides up my side, light but deliberate, fingertips grazing the underside of my breast through my top. “It’s driving me fucking nuts. I need you. Need to taste that pretty pussy until you’re shaking. Need to bury my cock so deep inside you that you forget anyone else even exists.”I shiver, heat pooling low even as guilt twists in my gut. “Roman…”“Shh.” He pins me gently to the wall wit
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