Page 27 of Taking His Heart

“Because everything hurts. I needed a distraction.”

CJ’s hand brushes aside the hair that’s stuck to my face, tucking it behind my ear. “What hurts?”

“My heart, my soul. Everything.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t…” I shake my head. This is too much.

“Because why, Dani?” CJ’s words are soft.

“I can’t have you,” I admit.

“But you already have me,” he says. “You stole my heart a long time ago, darling, and you have never given it back.”

“I shouldn’t have done that. I wish I could go back. Back to when we were just us. No plans for the future, no ultimatums. Just us.”

“You don’t want to plan a future?”

“I don’t get to have the same kind of future as you do, CJ. No matter how much I want it. I can’t have that.” I know he doesn’t understand what I’m trying to tell him. “I want to pretend, for just a moment, that we’re back there. In a time where it didn’t hurt to love you.”

I lean in and press my lips to his, fully expecting him to pull away.

Chapter Thirteen

Daniella is kissing me. This is her initiating this, not me. I can’t stop myself from giving into the temptation that she is. My hands grip her as I pull her tight against my chest, wrapping her legs around my waist while her arms hook around my neck.

My tongue pushes into her as I turn around and press her back against the side of the pool. In my head, I know I should stop this. We’re in a very public place. Anyone could see us, and she won’t want that.

As painful as it is, I pull back and stare into her eyes. “We’re in the pool, Dani. People will see.”

“Let them,” she says.

“You don’t really mean that.”

“Well, I hear my father is planning to marry me off to some Don back home. I’m sure he doesn’t care for my virtue anymore,” she tells me.

“You’re not marrying a fucking Don. And you’re not marrying someone you don’t love,” I promise her.

She lifts one shoulder. “I’m not made to be wife material.”

“Why do you say that?”

“CJ, do you want to talk or do you want to fuck me right now? Here in this pool?” she asks.

I’m literally torn, because I want answers… But my dick wants to be as deep inside her as it can get. It’s been so fucking long.

“Fuck,” I groan. “I pick option C: both. You can answer my questions as I fuck you. Each honest answer earns you an orgasm.”

“Pfft, you would give me an orgasm anyway. It wouldn’t do your ego any good to leave a woman unsatisfied, CJ.” She smirks, and then all of a sudden her smile vanishes. “Where did your friend go?”

“What friend?” My mouth starts working its way down her neck. My hands massaging the fleshy globes of her ass. Fuck, she has the best ass I’ve ever touched. Ever seen.

“The woman, from the front door?”

“Juliet? Not a friend. She’s a business associate.”

“She’s hot,” Dani mutters.