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“But she has,” I insisted exasperatedly. “I’mthe one leaving, not her.”
Josh chuckled humorlessly and placed a hand on his heart before gesturing to me. “Amelia, how blind are you to not see that a part of my heart goes with you tomorrow?”
That declaration made me rise up on my knees, ready to debate Josh’s last-ditch attempt at prolonging our cat-and-mouse game. The plush mattress sank beneath me as I shuffled toward him, muttering, “you can’t say things like that, Joshua Adams. No, not when you sat there in silence and let me walk out of your office this afternoon. Not when you’ve clearly chosen your ex-wife over me and have assumed the worst about me and Dr. Morales.”
He stared at me in confusion and opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off, jabbing my finger into his broad chest. “If there is one thing I want to take with me tomorrow morning, it’s the memory of bringing a rich boy like you to his knees.”
Josh glanced down at the indent my finger left in his crisp, white button-up and then his chocolate-brown eyes bore into mine, black pupils swallowing the irises. “Then do it,” he murmured.
What came over me then was a rush of infuriated adrenaline at Josh’s gall to turn the serious argument we were having into another opportunity for us to lose ourselves in each other. And with snarling, teeth-baring glee, I launched myself upward, raking my fingers through his hair as our mouths met in a frenzy.
If Josh needed me to take what I wanted, to use him, then I would, and I’d leave marks on his tanned skin that he’d have to explain to Laila, consequences be damned.
Josh moved to wrap his arms around me but I was quicker, sternly clutching at his forearms with my nails to shove them back at his sides. He growled at that but allowed it all the same, instead gripping the bedpost with one hand while the other worked on the small buttons clasping his shirt closed.
Once it fell open, I pulled away from his lips, taking a second to admire the swollen, pink flesh, before leaning down to nip at his chest. I sucked purple and red marks into his skin, biting with enough ferocity to make Josh groan above me. Satisfied with my artwork, a masterpiece of temporary possession, I wound my hands in his shirt and tugged as I turned, effectively throwing Josh onto the bed next to me.
Josh glared up at me as I straddled his waist, grinding my panty-covered sex against the bulge in his slacks and letting out a moan that was loudenough. “Oh, so now you care about her finding us like this,” I teased viciously when Josh shushed me. “Couldn’t stop yourself from coming in here to beg for me again but now that you’re getting what you want, it’s too much?”
I tsked, wrenching his shirt down his arms and tossing the unnecessary material away. “You have a hard time making up your mind, don’t you? I can only hope thenextyoung lady you seduce has enough sense to fuck you once just to give you a taste and then leave while your cock’s still twitching against your thigh.”
He scowled at my crass words—“Careful, Red”—and ignored my earlier, silent direction to keep his hands off by gripping my undulating hips.
In retaliation, I dragged my nails down his torso, scoring the soft, muscular flesh there with crimson lines. A hiss slipped through Josh’s teeth as he grit them at the motion, his own fingers digging in to leave finger-shaped bruises of his own. “Don’t tell me to be careful, Old Man,” I warned lowly. “If you can’t be good, I’ll send you back to your ex-wife with all of my marks now and we’ll see if she’ll be willing to satisfy you then.”
There was a glint in Josh’s eye, a hint that he wasn’t telling me something, but it disappeared the second I leaned down to whisper, “tell me you’ll do exactly as I say, Josh.”
He bit his lip as I continued to rock against him, coaxing out the response I longed to hear, even just for tonight, and Josh didn’t disappoint—“I will, Amelia.”
Rising back up with a smirk, I lifted my hips, quietly ordering, “take off the rest of your clothes.”
In a heartless mimicry of the first time Josh claimed me, I hovered over him, his eyes remaining fixed on the jealous green in mine. When he was naked beneath me, I sank back down, giggling at the gasp Josh let out when the soft fabric of my panties grazed his bare manhood.
“Please, Amelia,” he panted, feet sliding up behind us on the bed to give himself leverage. “Give us what we both need.”
A few months ago, my heart would have soared at such a sentiment, but now it only saddened me. Knowing this would truly be the last time because he wasn’t really mine, I hid the wobble of my lip behind a salacious smile and gripped him with one hand while pulling my panties to the side.
I stifled our grunts of satisfaction by pressing my mouth to his as I let him fill me, the stretch exquisite and unlike any other. I committed it to memory as I breathed through the bittersweet pain, feeling my core pulse wetly around him as though my arousal could forever mingle with his own masculine scent by soaking through to his bones.
Eventually, I pulled away again and our lips parted just so that I could lift my hips to drop them back down against his in a harsh smack. My first thrust had us both screwing our eyes shut as I put every morsel of effort into battering his tip against the deepest part of me and Josh held on for dear life.
In all the times we’d made love and fucked like it was a one-night stand, I had never felt as much control as I did now. And as Josh shook beneath me, addicted to my forbidden fruit, I felt compelled to say whatever came to mind, even if it was all brought on by melancholic anger.
“I hate that you can make me submit to you this way,” I whispered, an absurd notion since I was on top of him, but nevertheless true. “This didn’t have to be complicated, but you fucking ensured that it would be. I…I would have been yours completely if you could’ve just waited a couple extra months.”
As I spoke, one of Josh’s hands slid up my body to rest against my cheek and despite everything I was feeling, I leaned into it, venomously continuing through the tears in my eyes, “B-but you have to have everything you want, don’t you? Can’t handle the i-idea of someone saying no to you so you started looking for a yes from someone else like the spoiled brat you are.”
In any other situation, I would have laughed at what was coming out of my mouth because it sounded petulant and strange coming from me when Josh was fifteen years older, but it was honest. And he seemed to understand that, his thumb wiping away the tears that escaped my closed eyes, as he murmured, “C’mere, sweetheart.”
Instead of allowing him to guide me to rest against his chest, I shook my head and opened my eyes, glaring down at him as I rode him even more forcefully. “You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore,” I reminded him, swatting his hand away. “If you want a woman to boss around, you’ve still got Laila.”
At that, Josh bucked up into me with surprising strength, knocking me off balance just enough that I had to lean down against him to regain it. “Don’t talk about her right now,” he grunted in my ear, matching each bounce of my hips with a thrust of his own.
I intended to roll my eyes but the pleasure rumbling through me sent them fluttering shut and I had barely enough control to huff out, “Are you close?”
“Mhmm,” he answered while mouthing at the exposed skin of my breasts where they were threatening to spill from my tank top. I had planned to bring him to the precipice over and over until he was on his knees, pleading for me to give it to him, but I should have known that my own desire would make me weak.
So instead of immediately climbing off of him and sneering at the whines to follow, I simply instructed, “don’t finish yet…I-I’m close too.” Our hips gyrated together as we panted into each other’s mouths and as we surged toward the heights of ecstasy, Josh’s hands reached up to find mine.
