I clear my throat and nod. “We’ll visit your father right after work. Miles will be happy to see you.”
Sasha stumbles, catching herself on the doorframe. I glower at her, and she hurries away. Sophie rubs my chest. “What if she tells?”
“If you want us to keep it a secret, we have plenty of ways to ensure that,” I say calmly.
Sophie narrows her eyes at me. “You say that like you’re going to hire a hitman or something.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “We’re not that ruthless.”
Sophie smooths her skirt and looks to the side. I sigh. “Come on. We’re going to see your dad now.”
“What? But work!” She argues.
“Isn’t as important when I can tell you’d rather check on him. You’ve already done more work than the average. Let’s go.”
She turns off the computer and jumps up, taking my hand tightly. I take her over to Gunner’s office first, letting him know that we’re going to see Miles. Gunner stands and gently lifts Sophie’s chin, looking her over.
“Promise to crack one terrible joke for me.”
Sophie looks up at him, then nods. She hugs Gunner, and he gently pets her back. He kisses her temple and nods to me. We both know that Sophia is going to be frustrated and upset until Miles is fine.
She would be bothered if anyone she cares about was in the hospital. That’s how Sophia is. The dedication she put in to each of us while we were in Italy – she constantly wanted us to enjoy ourselves instead of focusing on her, which is just … just another reason to adore her.
We end up spending only an hour at the hospital since Miles can’t seem to stay awake. Before we leave, I see Sophie slip a phone under her father’s pillow. She shrugs when I point it out. She only explains in the elevator, saying that she wanted to be sure she could reach him after visiting hours.
I manage to get some work done from home, then make dinner. Sophie talks with Holden for a while, writing some things down before we all sit down for dinner. I let the guys know that Sasha’s aware we’re working to replace her, and no one really seems to care.
Gunner actually rolls his eyes. “I’m sure someone had to tell her that.”
“Based on the number of complaints I’ve gotten from partners, guests, and coworkers, It’s overdue.” Nick huffs. “I’ll be there to help deliver the news and ensure that we have some security to assist us.”
Sophie actually eats, she looks us over, and I see her shoulders come down from her ears. She uncrosses her arms and actually relaxes into the chair, and then yawns. She managed to eat today, which is more than I can say for last night.
Holden goes back to work, Nick invites Sophie to spar with him in the gym, but she turns him down, saying she’s exhausted. Nick nods, and then Gunner checks his phone. “I have three clients to deal with. Night.”
Sophia looks up to where her room is and then to me. I arch an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“I … I’m having trouble sleeping.”
“How can I help? Wine? Finishing what we started at the office?”
“Sharing my room tonight?” She blinks slowly and meets my eyes. “Please?”
I take Sophia’s hand and let her lead me up to her room. I pick her up, making her gasp, but her arms wind around my neck. I gently kiss Sophia’s neck before dropping us both onto the bed. She rubs over my chest gently.
“We should have gotten pajamas on first,” I murmur.
“Well, you took my underwear earlier today; that’s what I usually sleep in.” She chuckles.
For the sake of being comfortable, I kick out of my pants and toss my shirt. I drag Sophie close to me, spooning her so I can kiss across her soft shoulder. She squirms against me, and I groan against her shoulder.
“Bambina, behave.”
She rubs my hand – resting on her stomach – and sighs. “Am I overreacting, Roman? When it comes to my dad?”
“I think it would be worse if you weren’t worried.” I kiss her neck. “And it would be out of character for you.”
She nods. “And you’re a good distraction for me.”
“Am I?” My hand slowly slides down to her abdomen. “Even though we didn’t finish?”
Sophie shivers and rolls her hips against mine. “That’s easy to fix.”
That’s all I need to hear. I slip my fingers under the hem of her dress and between her legs. Sophie nods as I tease her slowly. She’s nice and wet for me, but I want her panting and moaning, begging for my touch. I rub her clit in slow circles until she whimpers.
She rolls onto her back and grips the back of my head, jerking me down to kiss her. Her tongue teases mine as I thrust two fingers inside her, rubbing that spot deep in her pussy that drives her insane. Her hips buck against my hand as her mouth opens against mine to moan. Sophia jerks her dress over her breasts.
How the hell am I supposed to resist her like this? Her back arches as she grinds herself down on my fingers. “Please, Roman.”
I groan and lick across her nipple, suck and tease her as I push a third finger into her pussy. She gasps and lets out a soft moan grinding against my fingers, encouraging me for more. I suck her other nipple as I fuck her hard with my fingers. She’s dripping wet, so hot and tight, perfect. Her hand tightens in my hair as her hips thrust against my hand. Sophia nearly yells my name as she comes, her pussy tightening around my fingers before she drops back into bed.
I kiss and lick between her breast and up her throat. “We can keep going until your brain is calm.”
She pushes me over and tosses her dress to the side. I groan as she pulls my boxers down. Her fingers tease my cock, stroking over my shaft so lightly that I shiver. She crouches down so I can feel her breath across the tip as she strokes my length again.
She licks from my balls to the head and gives me a wicked smile before wrapping her lips all the way around me. God, her soft sucks, and the slow flicks of her tongue are driving me insane and making me impatient as hell. I lift her up and guide her down every inch she needs.
She braces herself on my chest and rolls her hips in a circle. I moan with her and press my forehead to hers as I stroke across her thighs. “You’re in charge, Bambina. I’m all yours.”
She thrusts forward, then rides me hard. Fuck, she’s too good. Watching her body tighten, her cheeks go pink, and her tits bounce as her thighs tighten around me is overwhelming. I smack her ass appreciatively and try to hold onto her hips, so I don’t come before she does.
“I thought I was in charge.”
“So sorry.” But I sit up, flip us, and hold her hands over her head as I thrust into her. “You’ll be in charge for round two.”
She moans and nods. “Promises.”
She wraps herself around me and kisses my neck slowly. I pause for half a second as my heart thunders in my chest. I brush my fingers across her jaw and kiss her rather than saying what’s on my tongue. I can’t throw more stress on her shoulders by admitting I’m in love with her … yet.