“Wills—”
“Answer me.”
“You know I do.”
“You’ve always been flirty, I want the truth.”
“Yes, but if we go there, you know I’ll want more.”
“What if I can’t give you more?”
“I’d ask why can’t you?” I say honestly.
“Because we’ve grown apart.”
“Say what you really mean, babe, you’re a hotshot cop now, and you can’t be seen with me.”
She narrows her eyes in that delicious way of hers. “You really think that?”
“Yes, and it’s alright. The truth is, I never did deserve you. I shouldn’t even be here.”
She walks her fingers up my chest and my eyes follow the movement. My dick is so painfully hard, it may never come down. “But we’re here.”
“You’ve been drinking.”
“So have you,” she counters. “We could have a hall pass.”
My eyes grow wide. “A hall pass?”
“Yeah, it’s when you?—”
“I know what it means,” I stammer. “Willow, this isn’t you talkin’, it’s the booze.”
She tugs on my cut and leans up on her tippy toes. Before I can even register what’s happening, her lips find mine, and it’s like I died and went to Heaven. For three goddamn years I’ve waited to kiss her. Her mouth is like heaven sent — an angel put on the planet just for me.
Maybe for tonight we can just pretend she is. That she’s still my wife, and all is right in the world.
When she pulls back, we’re both panting. “Does that feel like it’s just the booze?”
My head is swimming. I feel numb all over because this is what I want, what I’ve always wanted. “I don’t want you to regret this in the mornin’—”
She presses her body up against me, sliding her hand between us as she cups my dick. “I don’t think I could ever regret this.”
Fuck me.
I groan, not ashamed to let her know how she makes me feel. She continues to palm me as we tongue fuck, and I’m lost. All sense goes out the window, if I even had any to begin with.
“Fuck, Wills,” I groan, lifting her as I spin and pin her up against the elevator wall. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”
“I want you,” she pants. “I want you right now.”
“Not here,” I manage, peppering her neck with kisses as I dry hump her against the wall. She clings to me for dear life,and holy fucking hell, I’m gonna come in my pants if we keep this up.
The elevator pings, still kissing her, I turn and we exit, her body still wrapped around me. I don’t know how we get to her door, or how she finds her key. I don’t know how we even get inside, but we’re tearing each other’s clothes off in a matter of seconds. Her palms against my chest feel too right, too familiar, too much like home, as I tug my briefs down and she palms my cock with her hand.
“I forgot how big you are,” she pants.
“I forgot how fuckin’ hard you make me,” I mutter, nipping her earlobe as I simultaneously unclip her bra with one hand.
