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He could be yours again now, a voice at the back of her mind whispered temptingly. Maybe this was just what she needed. Fuck him and then leave him. Yes. That's what she would do. Her hands came to rest on the waistband of his jeans. She looked down between their bodies, memories flashing behind her eyes. How many times had they done this before? Countless times, and they had all been good. With a practiced flick of her wrist, she undid the button on his pants and let them fall to the ground.
She bit her bottom lip as she took him in.
"I've missed that look on your face," he said. Cupping the back of her head again, he kissed her roughly, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She opened for him, reveling in the feel of his invading tongue and the scrape of his stubbled chin against her. She yelped in surprise when he lifted her up and set her on the desk. Breathing heavily, he touched his forehead to hers and stayed there. "I've missed you, Vee."
Feeling the tears sitting in her eyes, she squeezed them shut and threw her head back, giving him access to her throat, her collarbones, her breasts. He nibbled at one of her nipples, first sucking one into his mouth through her bra, then the other. The friction, the sensation of his wet tongue on her quaking flesh nearly undid her. She groaned, her fingers digging into his scalp, holding him in place.
Removing her heels, he skimmed both his hands up her legs, sliding them toward the waistband of her jeans. With one violent pull, he undid the button and started to pull the tight denim down her legs. She lifted up, letting him take them down past her hips and peel them from her body. They landed on the floor with a dullthump.
He lifted his eyes to her face, and the lust she saw there gave her chills.
"Christ, the amount of times I've fantasized about doing this to you, about being with you just one more time—"
In one smooth action, he pushed aside her panties and sank two fingers inside her. She moaned at the invasion, her body stretching to accommodate him. It was as if no time had passed between them at all. She had missed this, had missed him. Slowly, he began pumping his fingers, sliding them in and out, making her writhe on her desk. She arched her back, and Beau leaned down to catch one of her breasts in his mouth, his tongue darting out to tease her aching, swollen nipple.
She ground her teeth together when his thumb began to massage her clitoris, the rhythm of his pumping fingers only increasing her sensitivity. She remembered that this was how he had brought her to climax the first time they'd been together. She reached out and grasped his length, securing her fingers around his shaft, then slowly moving her hand to mirror his. He dropped his head, his breath hissing out of him.
"I don't want to finish like that." His words were soft and tense. He was close.
She gave him one last hard tug. "How do you want to finish?"
"I want to be buried inside you."
His request hung in the air between them. For a heartbeat she wasn't sure what she would say. She wanted him inside her too.
"Do you have..." She tapered off when he bent down to ferret through the pockets of his jeans. He pulled out his wallet, producing a condom. She watched him sheath himself quickly and efficiently before returning to her.
"I don't know how long I'll last," he said in a grunt as he positioned himself at her opening.
"Me either," she admitted, recalling the sex she'd turned down the other night. "I don't care though." She lifted her hips, forcing him to enter her. She gasped at the invasion, adjusting to his girth after a few crucial moments. Beau was silent except for his heavy breathing. And then, he began to move, and Evangeline thought her heart was going to give out.
"Fuck." Beau's strained voice drifted into her ear. She forced her eyes to his face, seeing the sheen of sweat on his brow. "You feel better than I remember."
"So do you," she replied, tilting her hips once more so she could take him further. They groaned in unison, and his pace increased.
"This can't be it for us," he said, his jaw tight as he fought his release. "Vee, look at me."
Her eyes snapped to his face, suddenly unable to deny him, unable to deny his dominant side. He thrust into her, more deeply than before, and she whimpered. "Tell me this can't be it for us."
She wanted to challenge him, but she couldn't. She wanted this. She wanted him even though he had irrevocably broken her in the past. Her stomach twisted with anxiety, but he thrust into her again. She was drowning in him—in everything he used to mean to her, and in what he still could. Would he break her heart again though? Was she willing to risk it all? She stared into his fathomless eyes and found her answer.
This can't happen again.
13
Beau's fingerstightened around Vee's thighs as he spilled inside her. Christ, the feeling of her inner walls clenching tightly around his cock was enough to undo him again. He opened his eyes to look at her, loving the look of passion on her face. She came and she came hard, her body quivering and quaking in the aftershocks of her orgasm. She was panting, the air being drawn into her throat in a rasp. Her eyes cleared suddenly and her jaw tightened.
"Get off me," she said softly, pushing him away. She stood up, putting her panties back into place and snatching up her jeans from the floor. He stood there, speechless for a moment.
"Vee? What happened?"
She stalked around to the other side of her desk, using the bulky piece of furniture as a physical barrier between them. "That was a mistake. I got caught up."
"Bullshit," he said between his tightly clenched teeth. "It wasn't a mistake, and you know it." He started collecting his own clothes, shoving his legs into his pants.
She glared at him and he probably would have wilted under that stare if he didn't know her so well.
"Whatever," she muttered, leaving the protection of her desk and stepping around him, but he wouldn't let her run away. His fingers clinched around her arm, dragging her to an abrupt stop. She glared down at his hand. "Let me go, Beau."
