“Fuck,” he gasped out.
“I thought we were,” Juno said, sounding breathless.
Rome snorted and pulled Juno down for a kiss to stop him from talking. Juno smiled against his lips until Rome pushed his tongue into Juno’s mouth. He threaded his fingers through Juno’s hair and held on tight, loving the feel of the soft strands. Loved pulling on them. Loved how much Juno liked having his hair pulled.
Juno leaned back, pushing Rome’s knees to his chest as he began thrusting into him hard. Rome gasped and fisted the sheets in his hands. Juno snapped his hips against Rome’s ass, the sound of skin hitting skin mixing with their panting and Rome’s moaning.
Juno made a throaty sound, his thrusting turning frantic. Juno let go of Rome’s leg with one hand to wrap it around his cock, jerking him off with firm strokes. Juno cursed, his eyes closing as he threw back his head. He looked fucking beautiful like that and the sight coupled with Juno’s tight grip on his cock pushed him over the edge. Rome arched his back, his muscles tensing as his orgasm barreled through him. Juno kept stroking him as he came all over his chest.
Juno collapsed on top of him and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love having the weight on him. While he caught his breath, he shut his eyes and just enjoyed the moment. Juno pulled away to roll onto his back next to Rome.
“Is it just me or does that keep getting better?” Juno asked, his words a bit slurred.
Rome grunted in answer.
They laid there for a while until Rome was close to falling asleep. He sat up with a groan and glanced at Juno who looked just as tired. He went to the bathroom to clean up. He was gonna be sore for a while, but he didn’t care. It was well worth it. When he walked back into the bedroom, Juno was sprawled across the bed, wearing Rome’s shirt. He tried not to think too hard about why he liked that as much as he did.
He crawled onto the bed and got under the blanket. A smile found his lips when Juno plastered himself against Rome’s side. He slid a hand into Juno’s hair and closed his eyes.
Juno
He woke up with a groan. He rolled over and opened his eyes to find the reason he’d woken. Rome was bending down to pick up whatever he’d dropped on the floor. His alarm clock, Juno realized. That thing tended to always end up on the floor whether on purpose or not. Rome put it back on the nightstand and turned, grimacing when he saw Juno watching him.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.”
Juno sat up and said, “S’alright. You trying to sneak out on me?”
The quirking of Rome’s lips made Juno grin up at the man. Rome was wearing one of Juno’s only dress shirts and it was just the right kind of too tight.
“I’d have preferred to wake you up a different way but duty calls,” Rome said, looking like he’d much rather have stayed in bed with Juno.
“Well, raincheck, then?” Juno asked with a raised brow. “You know where to find me.”
The look in Rome’s eyes had him pushing up on his knees. Rome slid a hand around the back of Juno’s neck and tilted Juno’s head back with his other hand on his chin. The heat in Rome’s eyes had Juno biting his lip.
“You’re gonna be right here in this bed, wearing my shirt, and thinking about me, aren’t you?” Rome said, his gaze lowering to Juno’s mouth before he ran his thumb along Juno’s bottom lip.
A pitiful sound escaped Juno. Rome’s lips quirked, then he lowered his head to take Juno’s mouth in a searing kiss that had lust pooling in his stomach in no time. Rome pulled back and when Juno opened his eyes to see the smug look on Rome’s face, he let out a groan.
“Gonna be thinking about me while you take care of that?” Rome asked with a glance at the very not hidden hard-on between Juno’s legs.
“Why don’t you take care of it for me?”
Rome groaned and shook his head. “Can’t. No time.”
Juno sighed and flopped back on the bed. He threw an arm over his eyes. “You’re no fun.”
Rome’s low chuckle did nothing to calm down Juno’s cock. Why did he like everything about that man? Even his fucking laugh.
He felt the bed dip and moved his arm to squint up at Rome who was smiling at him.
“I’ll see you soon, il mio re.”
“Your what?” Juno asked, frowning up at Rome.
Rome just grinned and bent down to press a quick kiss to Juno’s lips before walking out of the room. Juno stared after him, only knowing enough Italian to know Rome had said ‘my’ something. Not knowing was gonna drive him crazy, but he was too stubborn to look it up. He wanted Rome to tell him.
Chapter Seven
Rome
LEAVING JUNO definitely hadn’t been on the list of things he’d wanted to do that day, but when his boss called, he came. He parked his car next to Marco’s silver-blue 1959 Bentley and got out. He walked into the house and after finding Marco’s office empty, he headed toward the backyard. The second he stepped out of the patio door, he heard squealing and splashing. A smile found his lips as he made his way to the pool. Dante was climbing up the slide, a floatie under one arm. Marco was lying in one of the sun chairs, sunglasses on, and a book in hand. His attention was mostly on Dante, though.
Rome watched Dante go down the slide, laughing as he hit the water, before walking up to Marco. He
