Page 83 of Broken Vows

I try to distract myself by running a bath and doomscrolling, but by eight p.m., I’m restless and keyed up.

Eventually, I give in and message him.

Lexie: you still on your work call?

Theo: yes, sorry. It’s going to be at least another hour.

Ugh. I understand they didn’t want to interrupt clinic hours and had to coordinate a time between their west coast clinic partners, but still.

I slide into bed and snap a selfie of a sad face, and he gives it a heart. A heart? Nope. I need more. Am I needy? Obsessed? I blame Theo for the person I’ve become.

I roll over and slip my hands inside my shorts, picturing the ravenous way Theo looks at me, the way my body responds to him, the way he makes everything flush with heat. I trail my fingertips over my clit, but I want Theo’s hands here, not my own.

I take a photo of my partly obscured hand and lower belly and hit send.

My phone buzzes immediately.

Theo: Wait for me.

A grin spreads and I type back.

Lexie: No promises.

He sends back the hot, sweating emoji and I eat up his frustration. God, he’s so sexy when I’m pushing his buttons. I let a few minutes pass before I lift my tank, exposing the underside of my breast and the tiniest peek of my peaked nipple, and hit send.

Theo: You’re killing me.

Lexie: Good.

If his call was about a patient or procedure, I wouldn’t dare. But he already warned me it’s just a dreaded quarterly budget meeting, which is mandatory since he bought into the practice. So naturally, I need to remind him what he’s missing out on. I flip on to my stomach, slip my shorts below my ass, and snap. The perfect photo takes more shots than it should, and a Pilates-inspired flex move. But when I finally capture the right one, I grin. Theo will die when he sees it. My man is a certified ass man.

Holy shit. My man. Is he? I think he is. We haven’t had “the talk” which seems premature since he’s fake engaged to someone else. But, the idea of him not being in my life nearly guts me.

A moment after I hit “send”, I get the exact response I’m hoping for.

Theo: Babygirl, you are playing with fire. You better prepare yourself because when I get to your place, you will pay for this.

Oh God, I fucking hope so. Thirty minutes later, a loud pound on the door jolts me upright in the bed. I look down at myself, my cotton shorts, my tank with no bra, and grin. Through the peephole, Theo stands in the hall, his face serious and determined, and my heart skyrockets.

I tilt up my head, and open the door. He chooses to ignore my teasing stance, storming in past me and slamming the door. “I warned you.”

That’s all he says, and my body quivers as I back into the corner. He spins me to face away from him. My chest slams against the wall, and I yelp. The air has shot out of my lungs and it’s fucking heaven. I look over my shoulder and the devil stares back. Dark, primal, savage need faces me, and I’m so dazed I might collapse.

He grips my jaw, hard, and punishes my mouth with his lips. When he releases, I press my chest into the cool wall and push out my ass. He reaches around, slides into my shorts, and grips my pussy with so much dominance I nearly choke.

“You’re already wet. Were you up here tonight, touching yourself because you love distracting me?” He grunts into my ear with a throaty taunt. “I told you I was working and you didn’t fucking listen, did you?”

God, I love pushing him. Slickness spreads, wetting my inner thigh, knowing that I can make him break. “That’s what you get for ignoring me.” I need him to touch me, now, but I restrain. “You need to learn you’re not always in control.”

Oh fuck, he does not like that. Which makes me love it.

“You think you are so fucking tough, but I feel you shaking,” he husks against the shell of my ear as his tattooed arm around me tightens. “You want this so bad you’re trembling.”

He’s right. My control is slipping and the more I try to grasp it, the more I lose. He drags the length of his cock against me through fabric but the tease isn’t enough.

I need all of him.

A hand slides up my stomach, rips down my tank, and my tits bounce free. As the knuckles in one hand graze my slit and his other tugs on my tight nipple, a wild heat invades me. My knees buckle, but his powerful arms hold me steady.