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“Rogue.” My name rolled off his tongue like the most beautiful melody before he pinched my nipple hard, making me cry out, my back arching with need.
He paused, staring at me like he was trying to decide if this was a good idea. Moments later, he let out a groan before tugging his t-shirt up over his head, exposing his solid chest and perfectly carved abs. Running my hands across his smooth chest, I whimpered as his mouth found my neck.
Desperate to touch him, I let my legs fall from his waist, putting some distance between our bodies. Popping the button on his jeans and undoing the zip, I freed his cock. As my palm cupped his length, curse words spilled from my mouth as I felt him; thick, long, and pulsing with need, his head dripping with arousal.
“Touch me, Matt. Please.”
His lips found mine again, invading my mouth, desperate and frantic, feeling like he was trying to fuck me with his tongue. Pressing one hand to the wall, he caged me in, pushing his other hand under the waistband of my bottoms, his fingers skimming my folds, searching out my entrance. Pushing his thick finger inside me, I cried out as my body trembled.
“More?” he murmured against my lips.
“More,” I replied, almost too breathless to speak as he pushed a second finger inside me, the stretch burning briefly.
“Tighter. I need your hand on me tighter, Rogue.” I gripped harder as he thrust his hips forward, bucking into my hold. “God, yes. Just like that.”
Hearing him react to my touch caused a flood of arousal to pool between my legs, making him curse. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me. So wet and so tight,” he declared as fucked me with his fingers, pressing the heel of his hand against my clit, creating a pressure that made my toes curl.
Sweat covered our bodies, and our breath was ragged as we pulled each other to the edge of our release. My hips bucked frantically as I rode his fingers.
“Yes, that. Keep doing that,” I begged as I worked my hand up and down his shaft faster.
“Fuck, Rogue. I’m so close.”
“I'm right there,” I panted breathlessly.
His cock swelled in my hand and his lips stole my breath while he pushed against that sensitive spot inside me. My overloaded senses couldn’t take anymore and I came hard, crying out his name as my body twitched and pulsed with wave after wave of my orgasm just before he exploded, covering my breasts and stomach in thick cords of his cum.
We stood breathless, speechless, sated. His fingers still inside me and my hand wrapped around his cock until our heaving breaths slowed.
Pressing a chaste kiss to my lips, he stared at me as if my proximity pained him. “Frankie, we shouldn’t have done that.”
I didn’t know what stung more. The words themselves, that he called me Frankie and not Rogue or that he’d said it while his fingers were still buried in my pussy.
“What?” I asked, blinking back the tears.
He pulled his fingers from me slowly. “I can’t do my job if we’re doing this.”
I stared at him, embarrassment burning through my body. “Wow. Okay, Matt. Thanks for making me feel like shit. I mean, I’m covered in your cum and you’ve just fucked me with your fingers. I’ve not even come down from my orgasm and you’re already feeling regretful.” Shoving him away from me, I hated how much my body missed his touch. Desperate to get away from him, I pulled down my top, not even bothering to remove the cum drying on my stomach. “I’m going to go.”
“I should walk you back to the penthouse,” he mumbled, unable to even look me in the face.
I stormed to the door. “If you follow me, I will fucking kill you myself. Goodnight.”
“I really am sorry, Frankie. I just…”
Turning to him, I forced down the emotions blocking my throat. “Don’t make excuses, Matt. You’ve made it perfectly clear how you feel. I won’t bother you again.”
I straightened my spine and rolled my shoulders back, trying to pretend I felt stronger than I did, and I walked away, feeling more ashamed and used than I’d ever done in my entire life.
Matt
Thedoorslammedclosed,and she left. I wanted to chase after her. I wanted to beg her to stay with me. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her and fuck her until she forgot anyone else in the world existed. But I couldn’t… I couldn’t because my heart still belonged to the woman I loved. Who I’d promised to spend a lifetime loving. Who haunted my dreams. I hadn’t wanted anyone since Emma and the fact I’d just fucked Frankie with my fingers wracked me with guilt. Guilt because I felt like I was cheating, but it was more than that. When I touched Frankie, I felt something. My soul stirred and the pieces of my broken heart seemed to find a way to beat in a normal rhythm for a while. My Rogue God seemed to turn the black hole of my heart into a supernova, and I wasn’t sure I could withstand the force of the blast.
So, I let her walk away.
I didn’t sleep a wink last night. The cuts in my arms hurt like hell and the guilt about what I’d done with Frankie and how I’d treated her played through my mind, making sleep impossible. I got up at 4.30 am when Addi messaged me to tell me that she’d managed to keep Frankie’s attack from the papers because the police didn’t want it to hamper any investigation. I’d breathed a sigh of relief because I didn’t want my face all over the front pages again—not that I looked anything like the DCI Howells who’d been in the paper all those years ago anymore. It was amazing how much grief could change a man.
Me: Do you ever sleep?
