Chapter 155
Anna’s POV
Roman Blackwood: Because I want to know everything. Every thought and sensation.
Roman Blackwood: Tell me, Anna.
I hesitated, then typed slowly.
Anna: It feels different. Expensive. Soft.
Roman Blackwood: And?
Anna: And what?
Roman Blackwood: How does it make you feel? Sexy? Confident? Turned on?
My face burned.
Anna: I’m not answering that.
Roman Blackwood: You don’t have to. I can already tell from the photos.
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Roman Blackwood: You look stunning. Flushed. The silk sitting against your skin like it was made for you, like you were made for it.
Roman Blackwood: Your nipples are hard. I can see them through the silk. Straining against the fabric. Begging to be touched, sucked, bitten.
Roman Blackwood: Are you thinking about my hands on them? The way I touched you in my house? How I took them in my mouth, one at a time, sucking until you couldn’t hold back those sweet little moans?
My thighs clenched together involuntarily, and a soft gasp escaped my lips. I could feel the wetness pooling between my legs, the silk panties clinging to my most sensitive places,
My breath caught. Yes. Gosh, yes, I was thinking about exactly that.
Anna: Stop.
Anna: You’re impossible,
Roman Blackwood; I want to see more.
Anna: More? I just sent you two pictures.
Roman Blackwood: I want more. Get creative.
Anna: Roman…
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Roman Blackwood: Don’t play coy with me, Anna. You know exactly what I’m asking for.
I stared at the phone, torn between refusing outright and giving him exactly what he wanted.
Anna: I can’t be the only one sharing pictures. Send me something back.
Roman Blackwood: I would love to, but I’m working. Hotel suite. Laptop open. Very boring.
A moment later, a photo came through.
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Roman sat at a desk, his laptop open in front of him. He had loosened his tie, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms. His hair was slightly mussed, like he had been running his hands through it.
But what caught my attention was the intensity in his eyes. Even through a photo, I could see the hunger there.
And lower, though he had tried to keep it out of frame, I could see the outline of his arousal straining against his pants.
A delicious thrill shot through me, seeing how badly I affected him.
Anna: Workaholic. How boring.
Roman Blackwood: Careful. I might take that as a challenge.
Anna: What are you going to do? Work harder?
Roman Blackwood: No. I’m going to make you regret teasing me.
Roman Blackwood: I’m going to make you beg.
Anna: I’m terrified.
Roman Blackwood: You better be.
I smiled despite myself, then glanced at the mirror on my dresser.
A reckless idea formed in my head.
I positioned myself on the bed, propping the phone up slightly. I let my hand rest just above the waistband of the panties, fingers splayed against my lower stomach.
The gesture was suggestive, like I might slide my hand lower at any moment,
But I didn’t. I kept it right there, teasing the possibility.
I took the photo and sent it before I could change my mind.
The response was immediate.
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Roman Blackwood: Anna.
Roman Blackwood: Fuck.
Roman Blackwood: You have no idea.
Roman Blackwood: I want a video. Show me more.
My breath caught. A video?
Anna: No. That’s the best you’re getting.
Roman Blackwood: Anna, I’m not joking. I need to see more of you.
Roman Blackwood: Please.
The word *please* left me in complete shock. Roman didn’t beg. Ever.
But I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t ready for that.
Anna: No, Roman. Not tonight.
Roman Blackwood: You’re killing me.
Roman Blackwood: Do you have any idea how hard I am right now?
Roman Blackwood: I’ve been hard since the moment you sent me those first photos.
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Roman Blackwood: I can’t focus on work. I can’t think about anything except you in that lingerie.
Roman Blackwood: Except how badly I want to tear it off you.
Roman Blackwood: I want to rip those panties down your thighs with my teeth and spread you open. Want to see that pretty pussy glistening for me.
Wetness seeped out of me. I pressed my legs together, feeling the slickness there, the undeniable proof that I was just as affected as he was.
Roman Blackwood: Anna, answer me.
Roman Blackwood: Tell me you’re touching yourself.
Anna: I’m not.
Roman Blackwood: Why not?
I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.
Anna: Because I… I’ve never…
I stopped typing, embarrassed to admit the truth.
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Roman Blackwood: Never what?
Anna: Nothing. Forget it.
Roman Blackwood: Anna. Tell me.
I closed my eyes, typing quickly before I lost my nerve.
Anna: I’ve never done that before. Touched myself like that.
The three dots appeared, then disappeared. Then they appeared again.
Roman Blackwood: Fuck, Anna. You’re ruining me.
Roman Blackwood: Never? Not even once?
Anna: No.
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Roman Blackwood: Why not?
I bit my lip, unsure how to explain it.
Anna: I just… I never felt like I needed to. I never felt that kind of desire before.
The moment I sent it, I regretted it. It was too honest, revealing vulnerable parts of me I wasn’t sure I wanted him to see yet.
But Roman’s response came quickly.
Roman Blackwood: Before me, you mean.
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, possessive and certain.
Anna: Don’t be arrogant.
Roman Blackwood: It’s not arrogance if it’s true.
Roman Blackwood: You feel it now, don’t you? That need.
Roman Blackwood: I’ve touched you, Anna. I’ve felt how wet you get for me. How your body responds when 1 put my hands on you.
Roman Blackwood: But you’ve never explored that on your own.
My face burned. He was right, and we both knew it.
Anna: No.
Roman Blackwood: I want you to touch yourself for me.
Anna: Roman…
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