Safe in the car, I’m silent. The ride is smooth, but my thoughts are scattered. My heart is racing and my emotions are all over the place. I hazard a glance in the mirror and Roman is watching me. His expression is blank and his eyes offer no consolation. I can’t read him.

My gaze returns to the view outside the window. Replaying the nights events in my mind, I’ve never heard Dominic sound like that before. He was afraid for my safety, afraid of losing me. A chill ran through my body as the sound of gunfire erupted behind us.

I stopped, but Roman forced me to follow him, pulling me behind him. With quick measured steps he led me to the car and forcefully pushed me inside. That was thirty minutes ago. A phone ringing in the silence startles me. “Yeah?” Roman answers.

“She’s safe, we’re a few minutes out.” I listen to his one-sided conversation with detachment. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I started dating Dominic. But when I found out, I chose to stay. It was too late. I had already fallen for him. To accept him, I had to accept his lifestyle. I chose him and whatever came with him.

Roman brings me back from my thoughts when he opens my door. He takes my hand is his, and I cling to his arm with my free hand. The doorman opening the door for us, the elevator ride, and Roman depositing me onto the couch in my condo was a blur.

The bottle lightly taping the table as he sets it down makes me aware of his presence. He hands me a glass, but I don’t drink it. I’m unsettled, confused, and… My eyes travel upwards to Roman standing before me. Excited, I’m not supposed to feel this way.

His phone has his attention as I note his tall frame, and solid build. I quickly take a drink of the whisky. The amber liquid burns, and the back of my hand goes to my mouth. A light gasp escapes my lips and Roman’s eyes lock with mine.

Fuck it. Finishing my drink with another small gasp, I slip out of my heels. I’m five seven and Roman’s six two height makes me feel small. Standing in front of him, I want him to touch me. He doesn’t. On tiptoe, I kiss him. A light gentle kiss, that he doesn’t respond to. I’m not at all put off by this. I know where his loyalty lies.

I take his hand and lead him to the couch. Forcing him down onto it. I immediately straddle him. He doesn’t stop me. He lets me control the narrative. Kissing him again, my lips move slowly down his neck. His body stiffens, and I know that I have him. Slowly grinding my pussy on the thick swell of his dick, a small huff of air is expelled from his nostrils.

He’s fighting me, trying to maintain his composure. He wants me but he doesn’t want to want me. I’m his boss's woman, I’m off limits. But he doesn’t stop me. He doesn’t want me to stop. Freeing his member from the confines of his pants, I grind my wet pussy on his dick. Teasing him, a low guttural groan escapes his lips.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.

“Tell me to stop.” I encourage him.

He can’t. I want him and he wants me. But we’re both afraid to go all the way. The consequences will be too severe. I want him to touch me, to choke me, pull my hair… something! He doesn’t. His breathing, his body quaking with his need to be inside me is all that I have to let me know that he’s pleased with me. That I have him under my spell of lust.

My strokes are hard as I grind my pussy on his hard stiff staff. My orgasm peaking, my strokes come harder and faster. I force his hand to my ass to guide my strokes. “Rome… Rome….” Out of breath, I cry out my release into his neck. My body quaking with my orgasm. His pulsating dick shoots his hot nut in spurts onto my stomach. His fingers entwine with mine, and I let my emotions run rampant.

I love Dominic, but Roman holds a special place in my heart also. If I didn’t let him penetrate me, is It really cheating?

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.

“Tell me to stop.” I encourage him.

I love Dominic, but Roman holds a special place in my heart also. If I didn’t let him penetrate me, is It really cheating?