Free The Holloways (Made for Love Book 3.5) by R.C. Martin Page B

love you so much.”
    “I love you so much, too,” I reply, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips.
    “So, not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?”
    “I thought I’d take you to lunch. Can you go now?”
    “You’re spoiling me, you know?” she says as she pulls away from me, tugging my hand as we head toward her office. “Winter break has me getting used to Roman with time on his hands. Next week, I have to go back to sharing you with Environmental Engineering, who—might I add—is a bit of a hoebag.”
    I chuckle as we pass through her doorway and she lets go of my hand to gather her things. Brittany, who shares the office space, looks away from her computer at the sound of our entrance.
    “Well, if it isn’t the hottie-hubby. What’s up, Rome?”
    “Not too much, how about you?”
    “You mean besides Mr. Panty-melter himself moving to our office? Not a whole lot.” She grins but I don’t meet her expression with even the slightest bit of amusement. “Oh, that’s right!” she gasps. “You two have beef.”
    We both look to Logan and she stops what she’s doing when we fall silent, looking from Brittany to me, then back at Brittany. “Stop looking at me like that. Both of you. You see this?” she asks, holding up her left hand, pointing to her wedding rings. “It doesn’t get any more clear than that. I’m spoken for. Besides— I’m Logan Holloway. I cower to no one. He might be a bit of an asshole, but he’s not stupid. I can handle this.”
    “Well, alright then,” Brittany replies with a giggle. “Hey, by the way, what did they want to talk to you about?”
    Logan smiles as she slips into her coat and then offers her a wink. “I’ll tell you when I get back. The hottie-hubby is taking me to lunch.”
    “Okay. Have fun!”
    Logan wraps her arm around my waist and I tuck her under my arm as we make our exit. “What are we going to eat?”
    “I was thinking Mediterranean.”
    “Why, Double-O , that sounds delicious.”
    I hum a laugh, pressing my lips against her temple. “I thought you might think so, M .”

I ’M COAXED OUT OF my sleep by his touch. As his lips press against the side of my neck, he pulls me close—my back pressed against his chest. I sigh, still half asleep, as he palms my breast, squeezing it before he rolls my nipple between his fingers. My body acts of its own accord and I can’t fight the ache that awakens me as my center grows slick with my arousal.
    He slides his hand down my stomach, his skin hot against mine, and my obedient body yields to its master. He grabs my thigh, lifting my leg and settling it over his, giving him full access to what he wants. He pushes himself into me, his cock gliding in with ease, and I moan—even though I wish I wouldn’t. I can’t help it. He feels so damn good.
    He rocks in and out of me lazily, licking and nibbling my neck, rubbing slow circles around my clit. I arch my back, my body craving what my mind is too distracted to fight off.
    I swear, his dick makes me stupid.
    “You like that, Mrs. Holloway?” he murmurs into my ear. “Does my pussy want more?”
    I don’t speak. Instead, I cover his hand at my center with my own, applying more pressure. He growls and then I’m suddenly flat on my stomach, Roman hovering over me as he begins to thrust into me fast and hard. He fucks me without abandon. It’s wild and I love it—only I wish I didn’t.
    “So perfect, babe. So tight. So fucking mine.”
    I bite my lip, begging myself not to whimper, not to groan, not to make a sound other than my ragged breathing, which really can’t be helped.
    So fucking mine .
    His mantra.
    He slides a hand underneath my hips, lifting me just slightly, and I cry out, the pleasure undeniable.
    “That’s my girl. Take your cock, babe. Come all over me—strangle your dick.” My eyes fill with tears and I shut them tight, willing myself not to cry.
    Not this time. Please, not this time!
    He slips