“I mean.” She shrugs. “Caroline’s mother may be around here somewhere, but no one knows, or cares enough, to look for her. At least Terri showed up at the funeral. I never thought there would be a time where I thought Terri was a better example.” She laughs, shaking her head.
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“Sorry.” I whisper into her ear as I walk up to her from behind, my head coming over her right shoulder. “I had some business I needed to handle.”
Glancing over her shoulder at me, she smirks. “And you’re finished now?”
“I am, all yours now.” I nod as Croft slides another drink for me on the bar. Glancing up at her, I nod before I send her a curious look. She nods her head towards Tatum and raises two fingers, letting me know that her still full drink that she’s sipping on is only her second. I give one quick nod to thank her before I shift my focus back to Tatum, who is still smirking at me. “So, what do you think?” I look down at her, leaving the question vague just to see what she’s going to say.
“Of what?”
“Of it all.”
“Okay.” She pauses as she sips her drink. “I think you’ve changed a lot since last time.”
“Nah.” I laugh as I tilt my head slightly. “A lot has changed in my life, but I’m still the same.”
“You sure?” She giggles again. “You sure all of this hasn’t gone to your head, prez?” She tilts her head as she says it, still with a playful look in her eyes.
“Maybe a little.” My voice dropping as I finish. “I do like hearing you call me prez, though.”
“Well, then, thank god I’m here.” I keep my smirk hidden but just keep looking at her, waiting for her to finish. “Someone has to knock you down a peg or two.”
“Yeah.” I lean into her, pulling her into me again by her belt loops and causing her to have to strain her neck to look up at me. “I have a feeling you will inflate my ego even more.”
“Why? You think that you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had?”
“Am I not?”
She just shrugs her shoulders, nonchalantly.
“Really now?” My face remains stoic as I keep looking at her and she tries to hide her smirk by biting onto her lip.
“I dunno. I mean, it was so long ago and so just not memorable.”
I know she doesn’t mean it, that she’s just giving me a hard time. But I also know she’s waiting to see how I respond to it. And giving her a hard time back seems fun.
I know she’s expecting me to say something witty in response, so I can’t. Instead, I reach over, pulling her over to me by her neck and slamming my mouth to hers. Turning her until I have her pressed between the bar and me, pressing my body flush with hers, knowing that she can feel my cock hardening.
Her mouth opens as soon as mine does, her tongue meets mine and her hands come around my body, pulling me closer to her as if there’s anymore room between the two of us.
She kisses me back just as aggressively as I am. Her body responding to mine, pressing her hips into me. My free hand roaming down her body. Sliding up between her thighs. Rubbing her clit through her jeans before quickly removing it and bracing myself against the bar counter. Letting her neck go, I place my other hand next to her, caging her against the bar. Slowly pulling away from her, she tries to follow me away, begging for one last kiss. It brings a smirk across my face as I look down at her, leaning over so that I’m looking her in the eye.
“Not memorable, huh?” I whisper to her as I watch her chest rising and falling as she tries and catch her breath. “Your body seems to remember just fine.” My right hand lifts off of the counter. I graze my fingertips along her arm, to her shoulder, across her neck, down her chest, to where her shirt hangs. Brushing my fingertips along her skin just underneath it. “I am curious about one thing, though.” I don’t look up at her because I don’t need her to ask what. I don’t care. I’m going to ask her, anyway. “How many of them?”
“Wha—what?” She gasps out.
“How many men did you think about me when you were fucking?”
“It’s been what? 4 years.”
“That’s not an answer.” Now I look up, locking eyes with her. “An evasive answer tells me that every single time, every single one since then, you have thought about me.”
“Shut up.” She tries to look away from me, but I won’t let her. Moving my head so she doesn’t have a choice but to look at me.
“I’ll tell you a secret.” I lower my voice, and her eyes perk up as she looks at me. “I’ve fucked a lot of women. Hell, I’ve fucked a lot of them since you… Some of which are all staring and jealous of you, right now.” I trail and can see her getting ready to say something smart, so I cut her off before she can. “But not a single one of them has been able to burrow their goddamn way into my head like you have.”
“It was one week.” She whispers, shocked. “It couldn’t have been that impactful.”
