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Did she? The story was fantastical, but so was their world. “It doesn’t matter anymore whether I believe you.” Two decades ago it would have mattered. But today it didn’t make a difference. Too much pain had filled her heart. There was no place for love anymore.

“It matters to me. I need you to forgive me.”

Roxanne swallowed. “There’s nothing you can do or say…”

“There is something I can do,” he murmured and sank his lips onto hers.

He took her completely by surprise. Maybe that was the reason she didn’t immediately push him away and toss him across the room. Or maybe it was the way his lips pressed against hers, urging her to part them. Or the memories of their lovemaking that resurfaced with his sinful touch.

It could have been any number of things, but deep down she knew that she allowed it to happen because she wasn’t done with him. She didn’t hate Charles. But she couldn’t trust him either.

5

Charles dipped his tongue between Roxanne’s lips She tasted as irresistible as she’d been back then. No wonder he was already hard. In fact, it was a wonder that he’d been able to prevent his cock from bursting from his pants as long as he had. Or that he hadn’t kissed her any earlier. Because he’d been craving it since the moment he’d discovered where she’d been all these years.

He released her lips for a moment so he could pull her top over her head. “Roxanne, I need you.”

Then he captured her lips again, kissing her deep and hard, while he pressed her to him, his hands roaming her skin, searching and finding the clasp of her bra. When he snapped it open, Roxanne gasped into his mouth.

Freeing her from the garment, he could finally touch her voluptuous breasts. He’d always loved kneading the responsive flesh, teasing her pert nipples, licking her silken skin. Not only because Roxanne represented everything a man could ever want, but also because of her reaction. Her moans and sighs were uncontrolled, and the way she pressed her body to his, asking for more, made hope bloom in his heart. She wasn’t over him. Not by a long shot.

He ripped his lips from hers and dipped his head to her breasts, capturing one nipple in his mouth and sucking on it.

She breathed heavily. “This won’t change anything between us.”

He knew better. It would change everything between them. He still had power over her, just as she did over him. To show her just how much, Charles scraped his teeth along her skin and felt her shudder violently.

“You’re still mine,” he ground out and reached down to open the button of her pants. “And I’m still yours.” He lowered the zipper and pushed down her pants.

Roxanne didn’t stop him. Instead, she ripped his shirt open and pulled it off him. “Just because I’ll let you fuck me, doesn’t mean I’m gonna trust you again.”

She opened his pants and shoved them halfway down his thighs.

“I’m not gonna fuck you, Roxanne.” He gripped her hips with both hands and dragged her against his hard-on, letting her feel what she did to him. “I’m gonna make love to you.”

“Oh no, you’re not!”

She shoved him back until the back of his knees hit the couch. He lost his balance and fell backward. A moment later, she’d freed herself of her pants and sandals and was yanking his shoes and jeans off.

“We’re gonna fuck,” she said through clenched teeth and pulled off his boxer briefs, stripping him bare. “That’s all you’re gonna get.”

“Fine. You wanna fuck? Let’s fuck and see how long you can keep this up.” He jumped up and grabbed her, lifting her off her feet and tossing her face down on the sofa. “That’s what you want?”

“You have no idea what I want!”

He snatched her G-string and held it aside. Then he positioned himself between her legs and lifted her ass up. “I know exactly what you want.”

He plunged inside her, seating himself balls-deep in her drenched pussy.

Fuck!

She was even tighter than he remembered. Or perhaps it only felt that way because he hadn’t been with a woman since he’d left that night. He’d only known the comfort of his own hand in those dark, lonely nights. Dreaming of Roxanne. But no dream came close to reality. And this was reality. Roxanne beneath him, her hips rocking back to take him deeper.

He knew that she was trying to prove that this was just sex. That it meant nothing to her other than some momentary physical pleasure, something any man could give her. But she was wrong if she thought she could fool him.

“Goddamn it, baby,” he cursed. If he didn’t slow down soon, he would come and lose this battle. Reluctantly, he pulled himself out of her.

“This isn’t how this is gonna go down,” he promised her and himself.