CHAPTER 72: GRAND FINALE

Withdrawing from her breast, Roman lowered his gaze to take her in, giving her a moment to steady her breath. Patricia’s chest rose and fell in heavy waves, her pulse visible in the curve of her throat. When she noticed his eyes fixed on her, she lifted her head, their eyes locking. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment, but she didn’t look away. He was staring at her like a man starving, like he couldn’t wait to return to the feast he had just started.

Roman leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, letting it linger, warm, intimate, deliberate. When he finally pulled away, it left her skin tingling. She knew what a forehead kiss meant, and although her heart still held its doubts, hope bloomed quietly within her.

"I am still starving. May I have more?" He asked once her breathing settled, his voice low and husky, gaze drifting boldly to her core. The heat in his eyes made her thighs clench involuntarily, wetness pooling at the idea of his mouth on her again. The very thought made her shiver.

"Here?" She whispered, glancing around uncertainly.

"I just want a taste. The grand finale will be somewhere more fitting," he murmured, his voice a seductive drawl that disarmed her. She could feel her resistance melting all over again.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she gave a slow, almost shy nod. Roman’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as he dropped his eyes to her core with no shame or hesitation. He wasn’t even pretending to be shy; he was bold and utterly confident. And she...she was the innocent one in all of this. He had more experience than she could ever imagine, and he wielded it with quiet dominance.

"You will need to rest on your elbows for me, Pat," he instructed gently. She blinked, confused. Wouldn’t that position be awkward? He was tall and it didn’t seem practical. Still, curious to see how he would make it work, she slowly leaned back onto her elbows, eyes never leaving his.

Her breath caught as he lowered himself to his knees in front of her. The moment clicked in her mind, of course. Why hadn’t she thought of that? But seeing him kneeling, face level with her core, made her cheeks burn even hotter. The sight was almost surreal. A powerful CEO, on his knees in front of her, vulnerable, intimate, magnetic. He looked both ridiculous and devastatingly sexy.

Just as his hand reached to adjust her skirt, a phone rang, slicing through the heavy air. Roman frowned and slipped a phone from his pocket, his expression tightening when he saw the caller ID.

"You can answer it. It’s okay," Patricia said softly, sitting up. She didn’t want to stand in the way of something important, especially if it was a patient. She would never choose her pleasure over someone else’s life.

Roman met her eyes for a moment, then slowly stood. Instead of answering the call, he dropped the phone beside her. Without a word, he pulled off his top in one fluid motion.

"We will finish this later," he said, voice low with promise. Then, without warning, he bent and closed his mouth around her left nipple, biting it gently, just enough to draw a sharp gasp of pleasure from her lips.

"Hey!" She cried out, instinctively covering her breast with one hand as he smirked at her, already slipping the top over her head.

Patricia let him dress her like a child being cared for, soft, unresisting. She sat still as he guided her arms through the sleeves, the intimacy of the act hitting her just as deeply as the kiss had.

Picking up his phone, Roman gave her one last look, a lingering glance that had Patricia raising her eyebrows at him in confusion. Only when he finally turned and left her side did she let out a deep breath, shaking her head as she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to process everything that had just happened. She couldn’t wait to tell Zara but she could already imagine the teasing that would follow if she did.

Sliding off the counter, she wobbled slightly but quickly caught herself, internally scolding her own weakness. How could she feel this drained from just a bit of pleasure? Then again, it hadn’t been just a little, not for someone as new to this as she was. Still, she was sure Zara could go through the same and still have the strength to cook a full meal afterward. She had personally witnessed her friend in action once, accidentally, of course but the image had stuck with her ever since.

Looking around for her torn shirt, courtesy of her *husband, she picked it up and winced at the damage. No wonder he had given her his top. At least he knew how to be responsible in moments like that. Picking up his top by the collar, she brought it to her nose and smiled as the rich, warm scent hit her. He smelled like chocolate, her favorite candy.

Shaking off the thoughts, she cleared her throat and walked to her room. But as soon as she stepped inside, her smile faded. None of her belongings were there. Her brows furrowed in confusion. Had she entered the wrong room? She stepped back out, checked the door, no, it was definitely her room. But how could everything be gone in just one day?

There was only one person who could answer that, Maria. Making her way to the kitchen, Patricia walked up to the telephone and dialed her number. She waited as the line rang until Maria’s voice came through.

"Hi Maria, I am sorry to call this late, but I can’t find my things in my room."

"Ah! Mr. Roman had us move your belongings to his room. That’s where you will be sleeping from now on," Maria explained matter-of-factly. "I thought he would inform you, so I didn’t want to bother you. I am really sorry, Miss Patricia."

"Oh! No, it’s fine. You did nothing wrong. Thank you, Maria," Patricia replied, then ended the call.

That cunning man. He was growing more possessive by the minute, and she was starting to question his methods. He couldn’t just make decisions like that without telling her.

Determined to confront him, she made her way to his room. The lights were still on, but the room was empty. Where had he gone to take his call? Scanning the room, she immediately noticed the changes. Her belongings had been neatly arranged. A second dressing table had been added on the left side of the room, along with a new wardrobe, much larger than the one in her old room. But the most glaring thing of all was the single bed. So, they were expected to sleep together now.

Sighing, she walked over to the couch to wait for him. One minute bled into the next. Minutes turned into hours... until sleep finally claimed her.