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Grant

My hands graspedMia’s wrists as my lips covered hers. I couldn’t believe how fucking sexy she looked. I had watched her flirt, flaunt, and strut all damn night and it almost broke me. The only thing that kept me from taking her in front of a room full of SEALs was that deep down I knew the show was entirely for me.

And I loved it.

My lips made their way down her chest and settled in on her cleavage. I buried my face in her tits and undid her bra with my free hand. She didn’t try to stop me when I reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled if off her. I had to break contact with her skin for only a moment, but then I sucked one of her nipples between my lips, and she let out a sweet little moan.

“Oh, baby. Just like that. It feels so good.”

Mia never used to talk during sex. I loved how confident she was now, only wishing she had been that secure before.

“You like that?” Her skin tasted tart yet sweet. Just like her.

I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to the bar, where I placed her on her back with her legs spread wide.

I took a moment to appreciate her beauty, but I hitched at the sight of her eyes. She was still wearing Ksenya’s dark brown contacts, but even so, I saw something more in them. Something that I’d never seen. Pain, loss, longing lingering in her soul.

I would flush out the agony and replace it with ecstasy. At least for a moment, she could escape with me to paradise.

I forced myself to pull away from her and move around the bar. I grabbed a bottle of tequila, some salt, and a lime before settling back to between her thighs.

Mia’s mouth widened into a smile. Neither of us had ever had the fun young college experiences full of frats and parties. I’d enlisted in the Navy at eighteen, and though Mia had attended SDSU, she lived with Joaquín and spent all her free time with me. Since our split, I’d learned a few things and was more than willing to give her a glimpse.

“Open your mouth.”

She licked her lips and parted them. I placed the rind of the lime in her mouth so its flesh pointed toward me, sprinkled salt on her chest, and then poured the tequila in her belly button.

She wiggled, causing a drop to spill out and down her side, but I bent and licked it off before taking the small shot from her belly button. I kept my eyes on her hooded ones as I licked the salt off her tits in long, slow movements and smiled when her breaths became a little erratic. I was still smiling when I took the lime from between her lips.

She giggled and arched her back, which made her knees pull up a bit.

I climbed up onto the bar, tore her panties off, and gave myself an even sweeter taste.

Her.

She ran her fingers through my hair as I devoured her, her scent making me high. After all these years, she still tasted the same, the one taste that I was addicted to. I loved eating her pussy, watching her react to my tongue and knowing how much she loved it, making her feel good.

Her legs tightened around her face, and I licked her for all I was worth.

“Oh, oh my God, oh, baby.”

A final gasp, and her legs tensed and she came all over my face. I didn’t give her time to come down from her high before I was turning her over. I took a moment to admire her incredible ass as I pushed her skirt up over her hips. I spanked her and then with quick, borderline frantic movements, I dropped my pants, took myself in my hand, and pressed my cock to her slit.

She melted against me, throwing her head back and gripping the bar top. “Yes, baby. Fuck me.”

I growled and entered her slowly, inch by inch, wanting to take her, but I also wanted to savor this moment, the taste of her pussy on my lips, the bliss of being inside her, fucking the only woman who I’d ever loved.

I increased my pace, rubbing her clit, wanting her to come again, come with me, share the pleasure she was giving me. I could feel her pussy clamp around my cock, pushing me closer to my own orgasm.

“Grant, yes!”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. I slammed into her over and over again. I needed her, I needed this moment.

I could feel her orgasm approaching, and I drove into her harder, not caring if I was leaving bruises. My own pleasure was exhilarating, and every nerve inside me was completely euphoric.

“Mia, fuck!”

I came so fucking hard, and for a moment, I was lost inside her. When I released her, reality came crashing down beside us. No matter how much I wanted her, this could never work. I could never trust her.

But how was I ever going to let her go?