Never Got Over You -Whitney G. Page 0,41

a condom, heard him say, “Fuck, Kate...” as he slid a finger against my wetness.

He pressed a hasty kiss at the center of my back, then he wedged his knee between my legs. He spread them a bit more, and then he slid into me all at once.

I cried out as I adjusted to his huge and perfect length, resisting the urge to call his name as he filled me to my core.

“This is how it was supposed to be, Kate,” he said, roughly gripping my sides. “Exactly how it was supposed to be.”

He didn’t give me a chance to respond to that.

He pounded into me without mercy, forcing me to grip the edge of the desk, my nails damn near digging into the wood.

In the faint window reflection ahead of us, his eyes met mine and he gazed at me with every stroke. Fisting his hand in my hair, he pulled my head back and whispered into my ear. “Tell me how much you love this...”

I moaned, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t see love in his eyes like before. This was just a fuck.

My body couldn’t tell the difference, though. My pussy was throbbing, tightening around his cock, and within seconds I was reaching my climax—crying out his name.

He reached his release seconds after me, and then he slowly pulled out of me. Tossing away the condom, he pulled up his pants before rolling me over to face him.

Letting out a breath, he helped me to sit up. Then he ran his fingers through my hair, smoothing the strands into place.

The look in his eyes wasn’t as primal as before. It was far softer, a mix of lost love and regret.

Grabbing my left hand, he gently rubbed my ring finger for several seconds.

The elephant of “nine and half years ago” was still in the room, and I didn’t think it was stomping away anytime soon.

Still caressing my ring finger, he looked into my eyes. “Kate, can we—”

“No.” I cut him off, returning his answer from earlier. “No, we can’t.”

I pulled my hand away and left.

Sometimes That’s the Only Way

I PICKED UP A BOTTLE of vodka and poured a shot. Then I poured one more.

Tossing them back one by one, I shut my eyes as the alcohol burned its way down my throat.

I couldn’t believe that I’d slept with James in my office. That he was still, hands-down, the best sex I’d ever had. If I hadn’t been so upset with the way he’d treated me in the boardroom, I would’ve begged him for more.

More of the type that I liked though...

Even though he felt amazing inside of me and my body appreciated the much-needed release, it wasn’t the kind of sex I used to love from him in the past. It wasn’t the hours-long, leave-me-utterly-breathless type that left me in a bliss for days. The type that started and ended on a high, with him kissing every inch of my body.

I shook the thought of him away and picked up my phone. The large order of Chinese food I’d ordered was M.I.A.

Just as I was about to call the store and ask if it was still coming, the doorbell sounded.

Finally. “Coming!” I picked up my wallet and headed to the door.

“Thirteen dollars and fifty cents,” the delivery guy said the moment I opened it.

I handed him a twenty and he handed me the bag of fried egg rolls and carton of pepper steak. I took it out and set it on my balcony. I realized that they’d forgotten to give me the Fortune Cookies, and the doorbell sounded again.

Perfect.

“Thank you so much for coming right back, I—” My breath caught in my throat when I swung the door open and saw James.

He was standing in the drizzling rain without an umbrella, his gaze heated and direct. And, for the first time since I’d seen him in this city, he wasn’t wearing a suit or a white button-down shirt. Dressed in dark jeans and a light grey T-shirt that clung to his abs, with his tattoos on full display, he looked exactly like the man I fell in love with years ago.

“Were you expecting someone?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Then you need to tell that person that you’re going to be unavailable tonight.”

“My night is actually free and clear,” I said, my voice still hoarse from earlier. “Except for this unwanted intrusion from my boss.”

“I’m not here as your boss.”

“Okay, fine.” My fingers tapped the edge of the door, my heart raced