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Stepping inside, he looks around the living room. He says nothing for several seconds, and then suddenly, he crashes his lips against mine.
The force of his kiss knocks me back against the wall.
“Easton—”
“I didn’t come here totalk.” He bites down on my bottom lip and I moan at the mix of pain and pleasure, at the familiar feeling of his mouth against mine.
None of the fantasies I’ve had at night can compare or do the reality justice.
He slides a hand under my dress and I spread my legs.
Pushing the lace to the side, he whispers, “Fuck, Scarlett…You’re still so fucking wet for me.”
“Yes…”
He presses his thumb against my clit and deepens our kiss, tasting me again and again. As if it’s been far too long.
Unzipping his pants, he pulls out his cock and rubs it against me.
“Wrap your leg around my waist,” he commands.
I oblige and he slides inside me all at once, filling me and making me feel whole again, fucking me against the wall.
I melt into him like no time has passed, like things never got fucked up between us.
His eyes remain on mine with every deep thrust, and he serves me angry kisses between breaths.
“This is still mine,” he rasps. “And you’re still so fucking tight…”
I dig my nails into his neck as he picks up his tempo, and I stop trying to keep up.
He pushes me to the edge, denying me again and again until he has no choice but to let me come.
Then he reaches his own release seconds later.
His eyes are still full of anger when he pulls out of me.
He zips up his pants and leaves without another word.
56
ME
The following morning
“Delivery for this address.” The UPS driver holds out a signature pad. “Can you sign this for me?”
“Yes.” I scribble my name and he whistles to someone in the truck before walking away.
For the next several minutes, he and the other worker place box after box in my living room, all of them addressed to “Rose Rush, Your Father Loves You.”
I close the door after they place the final box in the corner, but they ring the doorbell again.
“Yes?” I say.
“We forgot one.” The driver hands me a bouquet of pink and white roses.
The tag hanging from their stems reads, “I Wish You Would’ve Told Me Too…”
