From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 159

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**

My back collided with the door, the solid thud echoing in the small office as he pressed his body against mine. The kiss that followed was anything but gentle; it was a fierce clash of pent-up desire, weeks of longing distilled into this single, intoxicating moment where teeth met tongue. I found myself melting into him, my fingers digging into his shoulders, while my legs trembled, betraying my eagerness.

“You like making me wait?” he murmured, his voice a low rasp brushing against my lips.

“I couldn’t just—” My protest faltered, turning into a breathless gasp as his hand slipped beneath my skirt, igniting a fire within me. “Roman—”

“Shh.” His mouth found my throat, biting and sucking with a possessiveness that sent shivers racing down my spine. “You’re mine now. For the rest of the day. I don’t care what strings I had to pull to get you here.”

His words sent a surge of heat through me, a mix of exhilaration and frustration. I detested how his possessive nature stirred something deep within, how it made me crave surrender.

His hands gripped my backside, eliciting a gasp from my lips. “I’ve missed you so much. And damn, you’re so beautiful.”

“Roman, what if someone—”

“No one comes in when my door’s locked.” His tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument. “No one sees you like this but me.”

Behind him, his desk loomed large and sleek, cluttered with files that seemed to mock the chaos of the moment. Without warning, he lifted me effortlessly by the thighs and set me atop the desk, scattering papers in a flurry around us.

My eyes widened as I let out a startled cry, which quickly morphed into a moan when he pressed himself between my legs, grinding against me with an urgency that made my head spin.

“Spread for me,” he commanded, his voice low and demanding.

My breath hitched in my throat, caught between hesitation and desire.

He didn’t wait for my compliance. In a swift motion, his hands tugged my pencil skirt upward, pushing my knees apart, his body sliding between them as his mouth crashed down on mine once more. His fingers tore at my panties, yanking them aside with a roughness that sent a thrill through me.

“Roman, we can’t—”

“We can. We are.” His fingers plunged into me, and I choked on a cry, a mix of pleasure and disbelief washing over me. “So wet already. You came here knowing exactly what would happen.”

“Yes… yes… I did. Fuck yes, I did.”

My nails dug into his shoulders as he worked me with relentless fervor, fast and demanding, my head falling back, hair spilling over the desk like a dark waterfall.

The rhythm was brutal, raw, my body trembling with each thrust. The sharp edge of the desk dug into my back, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not with him filling me, claiming me, fucking me in a way that no one else ever could.

He seized my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Eyes on me, Savannah. You don’t get to look away.”

Tears of pleasure blurred my vision, but I nodded, my mouth falling open in a broken moan as he slammed into me harder, faster. Each stroke communicated just how much he had missed me, how desperately he wanted this.

My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, crashing over me with an intensity that felt both violent and unstoppable. My body arched, legs wrapping around him instinctively, pulling him deeper as I shattered against him.

Roman cursed, biting my shoulder as he continued to drive into me, chasing his own release. When he finally reached his peak, a deep growl escaped him, reverberating against my skin, his body tensing, cock pulsing deep inside me.

For a brief moment, the world around us faded, leaving only the sounds of heavy breathing, the mingling of sweat, and the unmistakable scent of sex lingering in the polished air of his office.

“Long time no see, Sav,” he whispered against my cheek, his breath still ragged as he tried to steady himself.

I tightened my legs around him, leaning back slightly, a playful smile tugging at my lips. “Welcome home, Roman.”

He threw his head back and laughed, a deep, genuine sound that filled the room with warmth. I couldn’t help but smile along with him, feeling like a fool, but in the best possible way.