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.

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