Chapter 26: Our Little Secret

“Nice show you put on, Sav.” Dean clapped. “That was so fucking sexy.” “Sorry, we almost forgot you were still here.” I replied. Roman’s jaw clenched. His hands tightening by my sides. “Go get changed, I'll find the hostess to pick up the costume.” I nodded. Got off him and followed his lead as he led me to the changing room from earlier—but not before catching Dean's eyes, winking at me while gulping down the contents of his cup. Roman was breathing hard. Not from exertion. But from restraint. His hands were still on my waist, fingers twitching against my skin like they were begging for permission. I could still feel the ridges of his abs pressing into me with every grind. Still feel the ache of his arousal throbbing between us with every thrust. Jesus, Savannah. What is wrong with you? “Wait for me, love. I'll be right back.” Roman’s voice was still hoarse. I nodded. With one last look at me, he left, closing the door behind him. The dressing room was a decadent fantasy of velvet wal