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Standing, my legs are shaky. I put my hand on his back. “Angelo...”
“No, don’t talk. I didn’t come here to fucking talk to you.” He turns around and looks at me. “Go.”
Legs still shaking, my center wet with want for him, I quickly move toward the bathroom.
This is stupid. I should be angry with him. The way he is acting, like I did something to him. He knew I was leaving. I haven’t bothered him. However, as angry as I am at him, my body is still on fire for his touch.
I look in the mirror as I grab a washcloth and turn on the water.
Angelo is here. He’s here, in New York.
Euphoric. That’s the word for how I feel. He’s angry, demanding, like he was the first time we met when he thought I expected something from him. I did expect something. I expected an uncomplicated fling. What I got was a man who I fell in love with and can’t have. But maybe... Maybe now I can. I just don’t understand the energy coming off him in waves so strong and... hateful.
Him coming here today of all days, it’s like a sign that...
“Tatum, get out here.” His voice is gruff and heat-inducing.
I quickly wipe my face and walk out of the bathroom.
“Why are your clothes still on?” he snaps, causing my insides to clench as he steps toward me.
I hold my hand out, stopping the inevitable collision his body against mine would cause, making it impossible to ask the questions I need to ask and tell him what it is I need to tell him.
“You’re free now,” I say as he takes my arm and turns me so my back is to his chest.
“Will be,” he husks out as he pushes us into the wall. “Soon, I will be.”
I place my hands on it to steady myself as he yanks down my pants and underwear.
“Angelo, I have to tell you something,” I say as he spreads my legs by pushing my feet with his.
“No fucking talking, Tatum,” he growls as he wraps his hand around my waist, sliding down to my center then pushing his finger into me. “You been fucking anyone else?” he asks with a bite of anger in his voice.
“No, of course—” I suck in a quick breath when he shoves another finger inside of me abruptly and thrusts in and out harshly.
“Better not be fucking lying to me,” he warns as I hear a package rip.
I know what comes next—his big, beautiful cock. My body trembles with anticipation.
“You don’t need—Oh, God,” I cry as he thrusts into me and stills.
He grips my hips and pulls me back as he steps back. “Hands on the floor.”
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Ass in the air, Tatum. Now.”
I do so without argument.
I hear him growl from behind me as he buries himself unforgivably deep inside of me. I spread my legs, hoping to accommodate his vastness more comfortably. Every touch is an overload to my senses.
He sprawls his hands out across my ass and squeezes as he thrusts in and out of me hard and fast. The noises he makes calls to me in a way I crave, need, want, and desire.
I push back against him, and his grip tightens before I feel his thumb grazing across my ass. My body automatically clenches everywhere.
I hear a noise then feel his saliva slide down my ass crack, his thumb rubbing it around.
“Angelo, no. Oh... God.”
He pushes his finger inside me farther as he pulls his cock out of my hot, wet pussy, and then thrusts in as his finger sinks into me deeper. My body tries to fight it, but there are too many sensations
“Anyone fucked this ass before?” he asks, moving his finger back and forth inside of me.
I can’t reply. I am full, completely full of him, of Angelo, of the man I missed, the man I love, the man who has consumed my heart, my soul, for three months, and who is now consuming my body.
I feel him pull out. Then he wraps his hand around my waist and begins playing with me, fingers inside, thumb rubbing circles around my clit, his palm rubbing me... everywhere.
“Spread wider,” he demands as I feel him rub his broad head against my ass.
“Angelo, I can’t,” I gasp as he pushes against me. “Too big.”
“You’ll take it,” he grumbles.
“I—” I gasp, taking in a deep breath as he pushes in slightly.
I hold my breath, and he stills.
I look back over my shoulder at him. He is scowling, and then his eyes squint tightly shut. He pulls back, shaking his head and looks at me.
“You want this?”
I shake my head. “I want you. If this is what you want, then take it.”
His eyes widen. He looks shocked. I wonder why until I feel a tear running down my face.
