“You…you don’t feel the same way?” she whispered, her breath hitched in anticipation of my response.
I combed my fingers through my hair, walked over to my table, and picked up the divorce papers. She looked at me, her chest rising and falling as she wondered what I was up to.
“You should’ve confessed this earlier,” I said to her, wearing a stoic expression.
Tricked by my nonchalance, her head and shoulders dropped in dismay, believing she was too late.
I continued, a faint grin tugging at the corner of my lips, “That way, you would’ve saved us both the stress.”
She glanced up in time to watch me rip the papers in half, the sound echoing through the office. Like steel to a magnet, we rushed toward each other, lips crashing in the heat of passion.
I almost forgot how good this felt: the rush of adrenaline, the excitement. My arms wrapped around her waist, our heads tilting together in harmony. The fervency of our kiss left us gasping for air as tongues invaded our mouths.
We devoured each other’s lips like starving beasts, allowing the flames of passion consume us both. My hands ran along the familiar curves of her body while she melted into me, moaning in my mouth.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” she whispered, breathless.
Me too.
My hands climbed up her thighs, lifting the hem of her dress in the process. I caressed her skin, basking in the slight trembling of her legs. I’d waited a long time for this moment, the moment that I’d taste her again.
She shed my jacket, her manicured fingers ripping the buttons off my undershirt. My hand settled between her thighs, my middle finger stroking her wet panties.
“Oh, fuck!” She let out a throaty moan that fueled my lust.
She rubbed the print of my erection over the fabric of my pants while I fingered her cunt.
“What’re you waiting for?” she breathed in my ear. “Take me. Take me already. Please.”
I pushed my finger deeper and deeper.
“Oh, Adrik, I want you—I want you so bad!” She slid her hand under my pants and withdrew my cock.
I grabbed the zipper at the back of her gown and dragged it down in a single sweep. With desperate moves, she pulled out her arms from the short sleeves, revealing her lacy red bra. The sight made my cock grow harder within my pants.
“I’m gonna destroy you,” I growled, my voice dripping with desire.
“Yes, please.” She bit her lower lip. “I want that.”
I whisked her off her feet, and she locked her legs around my waist. Her dark auburn hair spilled over her face as she bent over to kiss me. I walked over to the table and set her ass on the surface.
She grabbed my cock and began stroking it with the kind of ease that made my legs tremble. Her eyes locked with mine in the heat of passion, as if savoring the look on my face.
I unhooked her bra, and she flexed her shoulders, letting the straps slip off to expose her gentle swells. Her breasts were soft beneath my grip as I squeezed and molded them.
She bucked her hips, leaning back just enough to shift her panties to the side. “Fuck me.”
I wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her closer while positioning my hard cock outside her entrance. Seconds later, I was inside.
She gasped, her eyes widening with pleasure.
“So warm,” I whispered. “So tight.”
“It’s so big,” she whimpered, looking down at my cock.
I spread out her legs and began grinding my waist against her. She reached out and held my neck with one hand. With the other, she gripped the edge of the table for support.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” I confessed before my brain could stop me.
