When we arrived at our apartment building, we went inside together silently. It wasn’t until we were in the elevator that Ford cleared his throat and glanced at me hesitantly.
“Can I…offer you a drink or something?” he ventured. “I want us to talk. I promise not to get out of hand.”
“Umm…”
I was about to refuse, but I realized that thisdidhave to be done. Sooner or later, we had to talk. And if I could convince Ford to sign the divorce papers, it would be one more task off my list. Clearly my attempts at shutting him out hadn’t been working. Maybe it was time for Plan B.
If I could get this taken care of quickly enough tonight, it might very well give me the energy boost I needed to open my laptop and write up that work email for Emma at See Yourself. Although…there was definitely one other thing that gave me that kind of boost. And my hormones were certainly on board with the idea.
Could I possibly seduce Ford into signing, and kill two birds with one very wicked stone? It was worth a shot. Especially since nothing else had worked so far.
“You know what?” I said. “I’ve got more work to do tonight, but how about a sparkling water? Just let me drop Munchkin off at my place and then I’ll be right up.”
He lit up.
“Of course,” he said. “I’m ready when you are.”
Minutes later, I was knocking on the door to Ford’s apartment. I was barely over the threshold before he was apologizing again. He had a glass of ice and a can of La Croix waiting for me on the coffee table. I couldn’t help noticing that his place was about twice the size of mine, and it looked like he’d ordered all his furniture from a Restoration Hardware catalogue just to get it furnished quickly. It was nice, just kind of beige and impersonal.
“I’m sorry again, about today,” he said. “I know I’ve been over the top, but I just can’t give up on you. On us.”
My heart twisted in my chest as I sank onto the couch and poured the water into the glass. I knew I had to stay strong. I couldn’t risk getting another case of the Feels. I had to be firm.
“You know you have to,” I told him quietly.
He dropped onto the other end of the couch with a sigh. I took a sip of the sparkling water and then slid closer to him.
“I don’t have to do anything,” he said. “Especially if it doesn’t feel right. And this divorce, it doesn’t feel right.”
“But don’t you want to make me happy?” I asked.
I leaned in, and I could see interest flare in his eyes. He seemed to know exactly where this was going.
“Of course I do. I just—”
Before he could say anything else, I grabbed him through his pants. He was already hard and he let out a groan, his cock warm and rock solid against my palm.
“Make me happy, Ford,” I whispered.
“Oh, I’m going to make you very, very happy,” he said.
Then he pulled me onto his lap and covered my mouth with his.
Both of us had gone far too long without sex, and I could feel the taut electricity between us as we kissed, aggressive and breathless and unstoppable. I was horny as fuck and desperate for him, tugging his shirt free from his pants so I could slip my hands into his briefs, grabbing his cock and squeezing it.
Ford moaned, thrusting in my grip, and I couldn’t help smiling against his mouth. It was hard to believe I’d been a virgin before him. That now I could wield such power.
That power didn’t last long.
Once I had Ford’s pants down, he took my hand and pulled me off the couch, then led me to the sliding glass doors that opened onto his balcony. He turned the light off so we could see the city lights and then pinned me against the glass.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “That’s cold.”
“I’ll have to warm you up then.”
Grabbing my hair, he tugged my head back and kissed me ravenously, his mouth everywhere. My lips, my throat, my shoulder, capturing my earlobe between his teeth. The sensation made me moan.
Spurred on, he shoved me harder into the glass, so my nipples were tingling with the cold and friction. He pushed my dress above my hips, dipping a hand down the front of my panties and groaning when he found me wet.
