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I’m needy and tired. Wanting and angry.
Yet my mind gives me no reprieve as the day our relationship crossed over the line from mild flirtation to indecent touches replays in my dreams like a punishing reel. Over and over while my body remembers that I haven’t felt his touch in days.
No relief. No soothing words telling me it’ll be okay.
Sitting up, I flick my eyes to the bedside alarm and groan when it reads a little over two in the morning. “Freaking detective and his stupid I need a favor crap.”
Why did he have to use that precise word during our meeting three days ago? One I loathe, and yet, it was the beginning of us…
My affair with Ivan De Leon.
It reminds me of something I’m not proud of yet can’t deny; he is my weakness. My ever-present inability to deny Ivan anything hasn’t changed since then, and a part of me knows he’d do the same for me.
My battle: common sense argues with my heart.
His words to Maribel don’t match the actions of the man I tried to reject before his brother’s wedding. How he touched me—made me come for him with a desperation that rivaled the first time, and even now, I remember how easily I gave in.
Then. Now. Yet my clit throbs just the same. I feel the way my wetness soaks my underwear.
“When will he stop tormenting me?” I ask the silence of the room, but the reply is another memory. “This limbo is driving me insane.”
Images flash behind my eyes. Our story. Him.
We were walking on the shore later that night and stop at one of the empty bodyguard towers, climbing up the steps to be away from public view. Giddy would be the only way to describe me, so freaking happy as he squeezes my hand and turn us so we’re facing the night’s sky.
“You’re so beautiful, Sirenita. A perfect doll,” Ivan croons, his voice low, yet the deep velvet tones slide across my flesh like a sinful sweep. At once, goose bumps rise on my skin, and my nipples pebble beneath the thin material of my bikini top. I shiver. Can’t stop it. “You cold?”
“Little bit.” A lie. Yet Ivan doesn’t call me out on it. Instead, he moves so he’s behind me with an arm wrapped around my midsection.
That’s the first time I feel him.
All of him.
“Better?”
“Yes.” This time it leaves me on a low whimper, and he chuckles, the low rumble causing his chest to rub against my bare skin. I’m in tune with his every minute shift. The rough exhale against the back of my neck a few seconds before he nuzzles me—leaves open mouthed kisses that make my knees weak.
Not that he lets me fall—I’m pulled tighter against his muscles while the hardness digging into my back throbs. Flexes in time with my pulsing clit.
“You feel so good, bebe. Always knew you would.” Voice gravelly, he brings two fingers to my lips before dipping them inside, just the tip against my tongue, before drawing them down my neck and chest. Lower, and Ivan caresses my skin—circling my belly button and the piercing there. He’s toying with me. Causing me to squeeze my thighs together, and right when a moan slips from my lips, those same two fingers dip beneath the waistband of my—
“Fuck me.” My hand moves without prompting, reaching inside my bedside drawer for one of the toys I keep there. Fingers skimming, I feel the texture of one I know too well. The silicone girth and veins make me suck in a deep breath; my mouth waters and chest expands, yet it feels as though I can’t get any air in.
I remember him.
The day he gave this to me.
How he used it to fill my pussy while buried deep inside my ass.
“No. No.” A chant. A demand I force myself to follow and remove my hand, ignoring the need clawing at my flesh, tearing me apart. Instead, I reach a little deeper and grab my thrusting vibrator. It’s not the real thing, nowhere close to Ivan’s perfection, but it’ll have to do.
With the click of a button, it buzzes in my hand, vibrating on a low setting. More. Need more.
It feels so good when I run it across my naked chest, nipples throbbing to the point my eyes roll back, and I bite down on my bottom lip. A hard shiver runs through me, and I’m wetter—hips lifting a bit and I lie down, situating myself so my back is slightly up.
My knees spread wide after I kick off my sheets so they pool at my feet.
My walls tighten and then release, anticipating the orgasm I desperately need. And when the tip of the toy touches just above my clit, I moan as warmth spreads through me. It’s a gentle sweep, yet in my head, it’s his lips that kiss me there.
