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If we were together, I'd draw it out as long as possible. I'd talk her off, but I'd hold off on my orgasm. Because I'd rather test my patience. I'd rather soak in the anticipation.
Because it drives her out of her fucking mind too.
But we're not together. There's no satisfaction at the end of this tease. And the risk of looking for it with my sister's best friend, Daphne—
Not smart.
She's too tall, too funny, too tempting.
Not just gorgeous. Smart too.
What can I say? I love a brainiac. That was what first drew me to Maddie. Not her light eyes, or her lush breasts, or her round hips, but her big, beautiful brain.
The expert witness and the lawyer. Two career-minded people looking to marry and have kids. Perfect on paper.
In reality?
We just weren't there.
But this isn't time for nostalgia. This is time for dirty thoughts.
If I can't get my head in place, fine, but I made her a promise. I intend to deliver. "Do you remember that night after the trial?" I ask.
"Yes." She doesn't need clarification. She knows the night I mean. The one where I took her out for drinks, ordered her out of her underwear, teased her all fucking night, until she was so wound up, she came the second I touched her.
"Imagine we're on the balcony." I lower my voice to a seductive tone. It's a put-on, yes, but I don't care. I don't owe her my authentic self. Not anymore.
She doesn't care either. She responds with a low groan.
I fall into the familiar role. That night, with a twist.
An old scenario. Strangers at a hotel bar. We meet. We flirt. I take her to her room, order her out of her clothes, tie her wrists together with my belt, fuck her until she's screaming my name.
She comes fast.
That's what really puts me there. The authentic sound of her pleasure. Is there anything hotter than a woman who's reallythere?
It erases the hesitation in my mind. The pain too. I forget the voice in my head askingwhy is it I'm not worthy of love, and I surrender to desire. My senses fire with memories. The feeling of her bare skin against mine, the taste of her thighs, the sound of her groan.
I come fast too.
She waits for me to catch my breath, and she says, "Thanks."
This is where I sayright back at you, oryou're welcome, orsame time next week. If I'm in a particularly demanding mood, I tell her to think of me next time or walk around without panties.
All things I shouldn't tell her. Games I shouldn't play with my ex-girlfriend.
But I say something far worse: "Do you want to grab a drink next week?"
"At a hotel bar?" Her voice perks. She likes the idea of doing this in person. Doing me in person.
"To catch up."
"Oh." In one moment, her interest wanes. "Jackson." She packs everything into that single word.Jackson, let's not pretend this has a chance. Jackson, I loved you, and a part of me always will, but let's face it: you never loved me."I don't think so."
Fuck. I take a deep breath and push an exhale through my nose.
"Maybe we should put this on pause." Her voice softens. "If that's what you need to move on."
