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“Fair. So we either both claim to be too focused on our careers or admit the real reason neither of us has managed to find someone.”

She gulped, and her mouth went dry. Something in his expression and tone made it clear they were not going to dance around what had just happened between them. Drake’s eyes were on her as if daring her to deny she’d wanted him all this time, but she remained quiet.

“Okay, I’ll go first,” he said, pulling the throw blanket from the back of the couch and draping it over them. “I was angry, lost, and shocked when you ended things. I tried to hate you and move on, but instead, I only missed you and compared other women to you. Even thought I might convince you to give us another try after graduating medical school, but then I heard you were dating my brother. So I stayed in California and avoided coming home.”

“It wasn’t my place to tell you, and Ian specifically made me promise not to tell anyone. He had so much shame tied to his sobriety. I didn’t want to risk his health or my license. If you’d only asked me, I could have told you we weren’t dating, but it’s not like we were talking.”

“You’re right,” he said.

“I don’t know if I ever believed we could be like this again. I’ve just been focused on my work since you left. But it’s been a decade, and the same problems exist. You’re in LA, and I’m here. Neither of us are those young college kids. We can’t pick up where we left off.”

“Says who? Margo, I want a second chance. Can you forgive me?”

Sincerity and regret were evident in the rough timbre of his voice. He kissed her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids, and then her mouth with the tenderness she didn’t expect. He pulled her body on top of his, and his strong arms encircled her as tears dropped down to his chest.

“I think I already have. I don’t know if I even blamed you as much as the impossible situation. I was mad you didn’t choose me over UCLA, but you’re right, I didn’t really give you the chance to. I didn’t want you to resent me for asking you to stay or be responsible for ruining your dream.”

“So you pushed me away, and I was too blind to see you needed my help. But now I know what I really need to make me happy, the dream I thought was lost is you.”

She slid her knees up on either side of his hips. “I’m not going to ask you to stay or tell you to go. You have to decide for yourself.”

His body was rigid as he slid his hands down her back and gripped her bottom in both hands, pulling her closer toward him before kissing her. He rocked his hips under her, proving how much he wanted her, and how visceral their attraction was. A desperate spike of desire for him coursed through her, as if her body had no control. She lifted herself off his lap just high enough to get the right angle before she plunged down onto him with one thrust.

“You can’t deny it anymore. We both want this, we both need this. I’m not saying I have all the answers or it’ll be perfect. Although this feels pretty perfect,” he breathed.

She pushed her hands against his chest to lift herself over him and looked him in the eyes as she sank down again. He bucked up, and she saw literal stars.

“I could never deny this,” she said.

One of his large hands moved up her arm to cup her face while the other pinched and teased her nipples into tight, aroused buds. The combination of adoration and skill to manipulate her body was thrilling.

“You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go this time.” He thrust up.

She couldn’t respond as her mind raced with all her other secrets between swells of pleasure.

His eyes squinted as he brushed his thumb along her lower lip.

“We can be together now and make up for all the lost time.”

She nodded, unsure if he meant they could be together physically or if he wanted to rekindle everything, all their plans. And she was afraid to ask, because then she would feel like she should tell him about the promotion, and the board wanted her to recruit him. Would he even believe her or think she was just desperate for him to stay? It was selfish, but for now, in this moment, she wanted to enjoy him and be with him again.

She couldn’t deny herself this time with him. No man had ever come close to being as proficient or thorough in giving her such loving ecstasy, and she doubted anyone else ever would.

Maybe a connection built on lust and half-truths wasn’t meant to last, but she was going to take everything she could before it ended.

Chapter Seventeen

Drake

When Drake woke up again, the light was shining brightly, and the smell of Margo’s notorious cooking permeated the air. His stomach growled as he spied her in the kitchen. She was chopping something with earbuds in, her hips swaying to a beat he couldn’t hear. He had about an hour before he needed to be at the hospital again. As his eyes blinked away the sleep, he found his scrubs folded on the coffee table and smiled. Margo was always attentive and thoughtful. She let him sleep after their mind-altering sex and cooked.

Standing from the couch, he grabbed his clothes and decided to get a quick shower. Her head popped up when she caught sight of him with a look of expectation in her eyes as they ran over him with want and sealed their fate.

“Damn,” she said. “We’re getting dirty again, aren’t we?” She pulled out her earbuds and walked around the counter to stand in front of him.

Taking her hand, he rubbed the soft part in the inner side of her wrist. “If we do this in the shower, we can get clean too,” he suggested.

With a smile, she took his hand and led him to the master bathroom, where they took turns getting reacquainted with each other under the hot water. She was playful and tortured him with her curves, swatting his hands away before sitting on the cold tile bench with her legs spread for him.

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