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heart. Right over the letter that stands for him. I have to fight the tears that burn my eyes. I will not cry. Not anymore.

It’s over.

As if to gently remind me that it’s anything but, his chiseled features take on a determination I haven’t seen in a while. His hands move to my thighs as he repositions himself between them. Something’s different, but I don’t know what. I can’t figure it out. My mind won’t even begin to wrap around this weird sense of purpose that settles in. It’s as if this isn’t just sex, as if something greater is about to happen.

I should stop this. I should. But I don’t.

I can’t.

I need him too much.

Want him more than I ever have.

We’re about to do something we can never go back from, but I can’t seem to find an ounce of care. I’ll deal with the consequences later, and something tells me there’ll be plenty of those. Right now, I just need him. I need the old Harrison. I need to forget the hurt and the nights alone. I just want to… remember.

“Please,” I beg, my voice husky and needy.

Harrison reaches down and positions himself between my legs. I can feel the tip of his cock slide against my clit, jolts of pleasure rippling through my body. “You’re sure?” he asks, his eyes burning with intensity and desire.

“Yes.”

When that one word falls from my lips, he thrusts, filling me so completely that it steals the very air I breathe. I gasp his name, my body tight with the need to come once more. He’s so big, bigger than I remember, but it feels like something else, something more. Home. I fight the tears, willing them away. I refuse to be the weak woman, the one who caves and takes him back. We didn’t work. We proved that. But this? Sex, intimacy, it always worked.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, holding completely still and letting me adjust to his size. “I gotta move, baby.” It comes out a pant, a plea.

“Yes, move. Move, Harrison.”

And he does. He pulls almost completely out and pivots his hips once more. From the beginning, he sets a hard pace. The bed slams into the wall, the painting above our heads shakes, but I don’t care. This. This is all I care about, at least for now. The feel of his body pressing me into the mattress, the feel of his skin sliding against mine.

His hand goes to my jaw, cradling me as he so often would. His eyes burn into me with an honesty I don’t want to see, don’t want to feel. But I do. I feel everything. His hips slam into my inner thighs and my muscles start to burn, a subtle reminder that I haven’t used them in quite a while. Harrison pounds into me with force, a man already past the point of losing control. I’ve always loved the way he lets go, orchestrating my body perfectly and taking me places no one before him ever could. He knows me, knows my needs, my desires.

And he never disappoints.

At least when it comes to sex.

The flex of his hips causes his cock to rub against my G-spot. Stars burst behind my eyes. Everything else just floats away until I’m left teetering on the edge, so very close to ultimate euphoria. He knows I’m close and chooses that moment to slow down. I don’t even realize I’m groaning in protest until his chuckle fills the room. “Patience, love. I’ll get you there.”

He will.

He always does.

Harrison adjusts our position, spinning us around until I’m straddling him. He knows. He remembers. This has always been my favorite position. He thrusts his hips upward, robbing me of any ability to think or speak. “Work with me, Winnie. Take control,” he whispers, gripping my hips in his big hands and hanging on tight.

I start to move, up and down, rocking my body and taking all of him. He’s so deep, so big, so… yeah. My movements become more frantic. He holds on firmly, no doubt going to leave fingermarks on my pasty skin. I’ll wear them as a badge of honor, though. I always have.

Before too long, my desire takes complete control. I’m there, ready to detonate like a bomb, and I can tell by the tightness around his mouth and the way his Adam’s apple bobs that he’s there too. The need to come is too great, and I’m not strong enough to deny it anymore. My hips gyrate