Only One Night - The Fusion Universe

The buzzer sounds, alerting me that Rome is here. When I pick it up, his voice comes through the line, strong and confident.

“Let me up, gorgeous, I’m ready to eat,” he tells me, but there’s a hint of mischief in his tone, and I realize he’s not talking about the dinner I spent hours preparing.

“You better be hungry,” I respond, hitting the button for him, which unlocks the door. I feel safe here. The building is monitored on a twenty-four-hour basis, which means nobody can get to me that I don’t want.

When I open the door to Rome, I’m knocked breathless by the roses he’s holding. A dozen deep-red buds greet me, with his beautiful eyes locked on mine from overtop of the bouquet.

“Wow.” My gasp is the only response I offer before stepping aside so he can enter. I shut the door and follow him into the kitchen, where he sets the flowers on the counter before he turns to me.

“I wanted to surprise you as well,” he tells me, banding his arms around my waist before pulling me closer. “And I wanted to show you that I’m not just some asshole with sex on my mind.”

“Even if it’s the only thing you think about all hours of the day?” I sass him. Leaning up on my tiptoes, I press my lips to his. Rome groans as his tongue slips out and licks the seam of my mouth. I open to him, and he delves in, deepening the kiss as his hands find my ass and gives it a squeeze.

After long moments, he finally breaks our connection and looks down at me. “Sweetheart, if I was thinking about sex all day, it’s only because of you.”

“Because of me?”

He nods, his face taking on a serious expression. “Yeah, you’re so utterly beautiful, I can’t stop fantasizing about you.” He shrugs nonchalantly.

“Rome, stop—”

“I can’t. I told you.” He smiles, then presses one quick kiss on my lips before he releases me, and I immediately miss his warmth. “Now, tell me what’s for dinner, or I’ll pick you up and set you on the table and devour you.”

“Not yet,” I tell him, swatting his arm before I realize what I just said. “I mean, no, you’re having dinner. I spent hours in the kitchen.”

“Oh? Now you have my attention. Something does smell divine. I thought it was you.” He allows me to go to the stove. I open the pot to show off my pasta. It’s one of the best dishes I know I can make, which will impress him. Even though I prefer baking, I can make a mean tomato-beef pasta.

“I made something from home. My mother was the one who taught me all about food. How to cook and how to bake. She was my inspiration behind the bakery,” I tell him, giving him a glimpse into me and my past. It may not be what he asked about, but it’s a small part of me. I don’t know why I feel the need to do it, or why I even allowed myself to admit something like that, but the smile he gives me makes it all worth it.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” Rome says. His arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me closer. His warmth is calming, and I relax into his hold. I close the pot and then lift the lid of the tray sitting at the back of the stove. Rows of double chocolate, peanut butter muffins are lined up, ready to be devoured.

“Now that’s my kind of treat. Do I get to eat my muffin off that beautiful body later?” he questions, leaning in to whisper in my ear. The warm breath and the stubble from his chin send tingles through every inch of my body.

“If you’re a good boy and eat all your dinner,” I tell him as my hand trails its way down to his crotch. “Maybe you’ll get a super special dessert served with whipped cream.”

His cock thickens under my touch, and I can’t help but laugh when he growls, and his fingers dig into my curves. A vibration rumbles through his chest against mine as Rome presses himself against me. My back is flush with the cabinet when he leans in once more, his mouth finding purchase on my neck.

The softest touch of the kiss he places there sends a shiver through me before he sucks the sensitive flesh into his mouth, then he bites down ever so slightly, and the bite of pain sends a jolt down between my legs.

“Don’t tease me, sweetheart,” Rome speaks against my neck. “Because I’ll bend you over this counter and show you just how hungry I am for you.” The seductive promise makes me tremble, and I know he’s noticed it.

“Perhaps you should make good on your promise,” I challenge him, placing my hands against his chest and pushing him away ever so slightly. Rome’s eyes are dark, filled with desire that burns me, igniting every inch of my body.