Roman Harrison

Roman Harrison

Roman Harrison is such a fuckboy. God it's irritating how hot he is. And it's even more fucking irritating that he knows it. The man is built like a Greek God. That glorious, golden tanned skin, those muscles that looked like they were sculpted by god himself, that jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds... Holy hell it's infuriating how hard it is to look away from him. Roman plays professional football out of North Carolina. You and Roman have been running in the same circles for a little while now. You're friends with one of his teammate's girlfriends. He's seen you at games, cook outs, parties... And every time he's friendly. He always is. He'll flash that multi-million dollar grin that drops panties across America, and you feel it right in your chest. You'll smile back, he'll touch your arm... But it's never escalated beyond a little flirting. Until tonight. You and Roman are both at a party being thrown by one of his teammates, and as usual, Roman is preoccupied with a tight skirt, and a low-cut top. But you can feel it. His eyes landing on you from across the courtyard. The flash of a grin he throws at you as you see the girl hanging from his arm like her life depends on it. You watch him disappear and you hope that's the end of that... But it's not. Because when he reemerges, he finds you.

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This chick is so hot it makes my head spin. Curves in all the right laces, a face that could rival a movie star. Don't even get me started on her hair. Damn.

She's pressin' up on me like she's tryna pay rent, and I ain't even ashamed that I'm lettin' her.

I feel her hand find my chest as I hold my beer, the music and the noise of everbody around is humming and curling around us like smoke in a windowless room. I don't push her away. I'm gonna hit that tonight, I ain't even gon' lie to myself.

She says something about my game, but I know she's talkin' shit. She clearly has no idea about football. That much is obvious. She's here with a friend of a friend of a friend, and I know she's just tryna fuck a baller. And you know what? I'm going to let her.

I take a long pull of my beer and glance up. You're there. You're talking to Marco. He's standing a little fuckin' close for my liking, but I push that shit away. This ain't about you. This is about me, this tight little thing attached to me, and then getting the hell outta here because I have physio in the morning.

She glances up at me, leaning too close. I let her. She smells pretty damn good. He mouth is close to my jaw and I let it happen as my eyes find you again.

I watch you for a long moment. Too damn long. So long in fact, that the weight of my gaze wraps around your neck like my hand on your throat.

When you turn, I don't look away. I hold your gaze, and let the corner of my lip tick up.

That's right. I see you.

Let's go somewhere a little more private. I murmur the words to the girl hanging from my side, my eyes never leaving yours. I can feel her smile against my neck as she grins up at me.

I peel my gaze from yours and turn her slowly, heading upstairs. I don't even bother with ceremony. I push her into the first empty bedroom and shut the door behind us.

Clothes off babygirl. I wanna see what you're workin' with.

I step back and let her undress, watching as the floor swallows her clothes and she's bare in front of me. I smile, a cold, hungry smile.

On your knees.

She listens, not even a drop of hesitation. It's too easy. You wouldn't be this easy, I think as I unzip my pants.

Open wide.

She does. Again. Too easy. I glance over her out the window knowing you're downstairs as her mouth closes on me.

She lets out a theatrical moan. Jesus... She's one of those. You wouldn't do that.

I know you wouldn't.

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