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She’s right where I fucking want her.
“I-I mean it Travis. I have to finish up around here, and, this is totally fucking inappropriate,” her words come out heavy, breathy, and I know damn well she doesn’t fucking mean them. She can lie to herself all she wants, but she can’t lie to me. I can see right through her.
“Spencer,” I growl.
“Quit fucking calling me that. It’s Aria now.”
Gripping her hip with one hand, I inch closer until my body is pressed against hers, “Spencer,” I growl, “We both know you don’t want me to leave.”
“Y-Yes I do. I have a fiancé, Travis, you need to drop this shit. I told you, I’m not going back down this road.”
Resting a hand on her opposite hip, I slowly slip both palms beneath her ass and lift her up, setting her on top of the bar, and pressing myself between her legs. I grip her chin with one hand, and direct her attention to me. Defiance burns within her glimmering green eyes and it makes my cock twitch. Electricity jumps between us, making my heart race at an unprecedented speed, and I know she feels it too. Despite the lies that fall from her tongue, she needs this just as much as I do.
“No. You. Don’t.” My lips hover above hers, nearly touching and I can smell the tequila on her breath. “You want me to leave little runaway? Fucking make me.”
“I don’t want y-“
Sliding my hand from her chin down the front of her neck, I grip the sides of her throat and smash my lips down against hers, effectively shutting her up. She tries to fight it, but her efforts last for all of 2.5 seconds before she melts and releases a soft moan into my mouth. I swallow the delicious sound with desperation, and suck her bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling gently. Her hips jerk forward and I grin against her lips at the proof of how much she wants this. My dick is so fucking hard, and I don’t even try to conceal it. Instead I push back against her, showing her just what she does to me.
Moving my hand from her throat to the back of her neck, my fingers travel up and grip the back of her head as I lose myself to her. Reveling in the feel of her soft lips pressing into mine, our tongues dance together and all sense of time dissolves into the ether. The rest of the world fades into the background and it’s just us. Suspended in this moment.
This moment where it feels like we weren’t estranged for more than a decade. It feels like just yesterday that I held her in my arms and listened to Dashboard Confessional until we fell asleep. My hand travels down her chest, down her stomach, and I pop the button of her jeans, slipping my hand into her lace panties. Her lips may have told me to fuck off, but her pussy is drenched and silently begging for me. Slipping my fingers inside of her, I gently rub my thumb across her clit.
Instinctively, her legs wrap around my waist, and she grips the back of my neck pulling me in closer, gasping against my lips. Our tongues slide together, fighting for dominance, and what started out slow and passionate, has become a frenzied mess of lips and tongues. My cock strains against my jeans so hard it hurts as I pump my fingers in and out of her dripping cunt while her body shakes.
Curling my fingers inward, I stroke just right and feel her coming undone. Her pussy clenches and she whimpers into my mouth as she gushes all over my fingers. Her hips buck hard against my hand as my tongue sweeps her mouth, and when her body slows, our lips inevitably part as we come up for air. She opens her eyes and looks at me tenderly. Her aggression gone.
Too bad mine is still simmering below the surface.
“W-what was that for?” she pants, catching her breath.
“I needed to taste the lies spilling from your lips little runaway. They taste like fucking honey. So goddamn sweet.” Sliding my hand out from her pants, I bring my fingers up between our faces and lick them clean of her juices. “Almost as fucking sweet as your cunt.”
Her eyes widen and she gasps. Cocking her hand back, she slaps me across the face. It stings like a bitch, and the sting shoots straight between my legs, making my dick twitch, and all I can think about is being inside of her again.
“I fucking hate you,” she seethes.
I grip the back of her hair and lower my face to hers, “If that’s what hate feels like babygirl, then I fucking love the way you hate me.”
Just then the door leading from the kitchen swings open, and I drop my hand to my side.
“What the hell? Aria? What’s going on?”
Cole. Do-gooder Cole. I fight to keep from rolling my eyes at the interruption. The last thing she needs to feel is guilt over being caught like this, and I know Cole of all people catching her like this, will make her feel just that.
Rendered speechless, Spencer doesn’t respond so I answer for her.
“I came in for a drink and we were just having a little conversation. Catching up on old times. I’m heading out now though.”
Placing both hands on the bar, caging her between my arms, I lean forward one last time, my lips skimming her earlobe as her body shudders, “I may have been giving you space, but remember what I said red. There’s no running away this time.”
A faint whimper escapes her lips as I straighten myself up, and give her one last glance before I turn around and walk away.
Setting my paper coffee cup on the bar, I look down at my watch and sigh. Only 10:20 a.m., I’m a bit early. I roll up the sleeves of my white, button up, dress shirt and pull out my laptop, taking a seat at one of the stools. I hate dressing in these fucking suits, but I had a meeting early this morning with our realtor and some investors, and needed to look the part.
I really need to start bringing a change of clothes.
Loosening my tie, I pop the top button of my shirt and run my hands down both sides of my face. Opening the laptop, I decide to use the extra few minutes to begin skimming through the internal files on our remaining employees. Over the past few months, I cleared house of anyone and everyone who was left that had maintained an alliance with Ryker in the days before his death. In doing so, I had to get rid of some who held important positions within the organization. One of them was Nico, the manager of Afterlife. Ever since, I’ve been handling most of the operations myself, and it’s getting to be too much really quickly.
