“Is your pussy ready for me?” he growled, pushing his cock against my ass.
“Yes,” I said, reaching down to pull my underwear aside and guide him to my entrance. He was still in his button-down shirt, but I was fully dressed—which was fine with me. I didn’t want to make this more than what it was: a seduction, and nothing more.
I also didn’t want Ford to look at my body too closely. I could tell it was starting to change in small ways, and the last thing I wanted was for him to notice. Getting fucked from behind against a glass door was exactly the kind of sex I was looking for right now.
Which is why when he tried to turn me around to face him, I spread my legs wider and slammed back into him, forcing his cock inside me. He didn’t argue, just grabbed my hips and buried himself deeper, making me cry out as he went to work slamming into me, hard and fast. I could see my breath fogging up the view of Manhattan, but nothing else mattered except the feel of him inside me, the mingling of our moans, the rhythm we were finding.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted. He felt so good, tears were stinging my eyes. “Fuck me.”
“Oh my God, ohfuck,” he was saying over and over, his movements getting jerky and more erratic by the second.
I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer.
Reaching down, I slid a finger over my clit and rubbed myself in little circles as I continued grinding back against Ford’s cock.
“Fuck me,” I said again. He always loved it when I cursed, when I talked dirty. “Fuck that tight little pussy. Make me come.”
Hearing him groaning helplessly as he drove into me was enough to send me over the edge. My orgasm hit, so hard it took my breath away. Ford tightened his arms around me, holding me up as my pussy clenched tight around him. I shuddered, moaning softly with every wave of pleasure, and he finally let himself go, filling me with his hot release.
Even though I could feel his arms trembling from the strain, he held me up against the glass, kissing the back of my neck and shoulders, not willing to let go. I didn’t want him to let go, either, which is why I pulled away.
Adjusting my clothes, I walked across the room to my purse, where the divorce papers were. Ford turned around, but his expression hardened when he realized what was in my hands.
“No,” he said.
The post-sex glow faded immediately. Seducing him had been my last ditch attempt to get him to sign, but now I was at my wits’ end.
“You need to sign,” I told him, digging around for a pen.
I needed this, I had a plan for this, and I was sick of his games.
“I won’t.”
“We’re done, Ford. You need to accept that.”
“We are so far from done, and you know it,” he said. “Why are you doing this?”
“Just sign the damn papers!” I ordered, holding up the pen.
Ford walked over to me, still naked and irritatingly hot. My mouth was watering all over again.
“I love you, Em,” he said. “And that’s why I’ll never sign those fucking papers.”
I grabbed my stuff, trying to ignore the way my body was still humming from my orgasm. “Fine. But don’t speak to me again,” I told him. “This was it. Enjoy the memories.”
Then, before he could say anything more, I stormed out of his apartment and went back to mine. My heart was racing in sheer panic as I turned on my laptop to email Emma. What the hell was I going to do now? I needed that divorce. I needed his parents to clear my family’s debt to the Bratva. I needed to move on with my life. But Ford was making it absolutely impossible.
My inbox loaded, and of course there was a fresh email from Mother Malone. Fuck.
I was desperate. And desperate times called for desperate measures, didn’t they?
Smoothing the folded divorce papers on my desk, I carefully forged the missing signature. After seven years, Ford’s handwriting was easy enough for me to copy. I had no other choice. Then, just to make sure I couldn’t turn back, I took a picture of the document and emailed it to Mrs. Malone. I included a message.
“Now it’s on you to convince him to stop stalking me.”
Emzee
Chapter 14
