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“Indeed,” she purrs as she leans down and touches her mouth to mine again.
I roll her onto her back, slipping from her body, and miss the feel of her warmth. Sliding my nose along the side of her neck, I nip her earlobe then lift my head to look into her eyes. She’s slipping from me.
I don’t know if it’s so much that she’s going anywhere or if she’s just getting lost in the past. I hate that. I can do a lot of things, but I can’t fuck her demons away. As much as I would like to do just that.
“I’m not a professional, but I’ll listen,” I murmur.
She gives me a sad smile and shakes her head once. “I appreciate that. I’ll be okay, Ace.”
“It’s been six months, sunshine. You still get lost wherever it is you go—wherever you’ve been—when I’m inside of you. I want to know you’re here with me.”
“I’m here,” she says.
Shaking my head once, I shift my hand to the back of her neck, gripping the hair at the nape between my fingers. I tug her head back slightly and look up into her eyes. I can’t look away from her eyes. She has me completely mesmerized.
“No, you aren’t, but I’m worried about you.”
Her face softens, and her lips curve up into a small smile before she leans down and touches her mouth to mine. “You’re sweet. Don’t get soft on me, or you won’t make me wet anymore.”
Her words come out with a laugh, and I shift my hips, slipping my cock inside of her again. She gasps. “Nothing about me is soft, sunshine,” I murmur. I don’t know how I’m already hard, but fuck me, Allison does it for me.
Her breath hitches as she lifts her legs, wrapping them tightly around my waist. Fuck me, but this woman owns every part of me. I couldn’t give less of a fuck about the family-awarded prized wife I have earned.
I don’t want one.
I want Allison.
I’m going to marry her one of these days. She’s going to be the mother of my children. Allison is it for me. She’s the only person I’ve ever felt this way about.
The only person I’ve ever wanted to see more than once.
The only person I’ve ever wanted to fuck more than once.
And I do. I want to fuck this woman every minute of every day. When I’m not inside of her, I can’t stop thinking about being inside of her. It’s a cycle I never want to end.
ALLISON
Closing my eyes, I hear his heartbeat as I lie on his chest. Hendrick’s arms are loosely wrapped around my body as he sleeps. I’m not sure what I’m going to do, but being here with him is the only time I’m not terrified to just be alive.
I’ve never been someone who was scared of much. I’ve been on my own in more ways than one for most of my life. I’ve always just kind of done whatever I felt like doing. Whatever felt good, if it was fun, I was down. And that’s how I ended up with this man. He felt really good, he’s a ton of fun, and I was definitely down for whatever he wanted to offer me.
I begged for it. For him. For everything he could give me. And I have loved every second of it.
Every single moment.
But I suppose that all good things must come to an end. Even if it’s the last thing I want to happen. His brother has married my best friend. They’re going to have a baby together. They’re starting a beautiful life together.
As much as I want to pretend I’m going to marry this man, making my bestie and I sisters-in-law. As much as I want to wish we’ll spend all our holidays together, that our children will be first cousins and best friends. That we are going to have a postcard-like picture-perfect life together—I would be sadly mistaken.
That would all be a dream come true. But I’m not the girl whose dreams come true. I’m the girl who has an affair with her boss for far too long, knowing he’ll never leave his wife for me. But when the boss gets caught, I’m the girl who gets fired while he goes on a second honeymoon with said wife.
I’m the girl who finds someone a little younger than her hoping for a good time, falls in love with him, then gets kidnapped, and now has to try to get my shit together. But my shit is definitely not coming together.
I can’t stop thinking about what happened, except when I’m being held by Henrick, and even then, when we’re together, my mind drifts off to that week. He sees it, too, obviously. As much as I want to pretend I’m really great at hiding it, I’m not.
That horrible week from hell. That week I wish I could go to a hypnotist and pretend never happened.
Yeah.
