The maître d’ however pointed toward a door and Remo headed there instead. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the man was afraid and practiced compliance to keep his diners safe. When Remo opened the door, we stepped into what was a massive office ornamentally decorated with a large mahogany table near the floor to ceiling window and several bookshelves adorning the walls on both sides.
Remo walked up to the window and looked out for a moment, his fingers still wrapped around my wrist. I studied the thousands of lights blanketing the city and envied its calm.He turned to look at me, the air between us crackling with everything unsaid and missed.
“Why are you here?” I asked, masking that need to melt into his body, to feel his strong arms around me again.
He stepped closer until his warm breath brushed my lips, his familiar scent creeping into every pore, luring me in. “Because as fucked up as it sounds, I needed to remember what it feels like to breathe again.”
“You left.” I stared into those beautiful eyes. “You said it was for my safety.”
“It was.” He dragged a finger along my jaw. “And it still is.”
“Then why come back?” I hated that tremble in my voice, not wanting to show weakness.
His eyes closed briefly as if he were fighting himself. “Because.” He opened them again. “Fuck, little fox.” He palmed my cheeks. “Because I didn’t know what obsession was until you,” he murmured against my lips before he claimed them in a kiss that threatened to shake the ground under me.
And just like that, the world dissolved into something that was neither safety nor danger, only the desperate ache to have him on me, in me, around me. My hands roamed his body, urging him closer, tighter. Strangely every touch felt like a goodbye, every breath like a confession, yet I couldn’t tell him. How my heart cried for him, how my eyes searched the crowd for him, how my breath stalled every time a door opened, my chest heaving with anticipation.
When he finally pulled back, I was quivering, not from fear or hate, but from the weight of everything that couldn’t be.
“Did you miss me?”
“Not really,” I lied, my breath trembling, eyes roving his handsome face.
Smirking, he dipped his head, latching onto my exposed shoulder, biting until I winced before soothing it with his tongue. “Well, I fucking missed you.”
Before I could reply, he gripped my hips, flipping me onto the table, stomach down. Stunned, I glanced at him over my shoulder. Pushing up my dress up, he snapped my panties in one quick motion, brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. My jaw dropped, eyes wide, embarrassment stinging my cheeks.
“I missed your smell too.” He grinned, stuffing it in his pants pocket. “Now, let me show you how much I fucking missed you.”
Before I could gauge his intention, he grabbed my ass, leaned down, and pulled my cheeks apart, his tongue licking my asshole, circling, teasing. My body shuddered under his touch, needing him inside me now.
“Remo,” I breathed, my body trembled, the orgasm building so fast I could barely catch my breath.
“Fuck, I want to devour you. Lick every fucking inch of you until you can’t think of anything else, can’t breathe, can’t stay upright.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I sassed.
“You’re on a date,” he mocked, nipping my ass. He shoved two fingers inside into soaking pussy, curling them until they hit a spot that made my vision blur before pumping vigorously. “Always so wet for me.”
He replaced his fingers with his mouth, biting my clit and before I could even brace myself, my body shattered, legs shaking violently as the orgasm ripped through me. I cried out, his name caught in my throat as I tried to breathe through it. Groaning, he sucked my cum into his mouth, lapping every drop like a man starved then stood and pressed his chest to my back.
“Are you still on a contraceptive?”
I frowned, looking at him over my shoulder “No.” He’d never asked that before. Did he think I slept with Ajay?
“Good.”
My shoulders deflated. “What do you mean good?” Clearly, he didn’t trust me.
With a feather light touch, he stroked my cheek. “I’m going to fuck a baby into you.”
“Wait. What?” Did I hear wrong. “A baby?” I spluttered, angry, trying to push up but he kept me in place. “You’re a psychotic asshole, what would you do with a baby?” I might love the man; it didn’t mean I thought he was ready for a family.
“I missed your compliments too.” He dipped his head, teasing my shoulder.
A shocked laugh bubbled out of my mouth. “You practically disappeared for more than a month and now you want to put a baby in me.”
His chuckle reminded me of those horror movies where only the killer knew the joke while the victim waited to meet her demise. “Someone needs to continue my legacy, might as well be you.”
