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“Remind me to change my locks.” I lift my glass and he fills it.

“What’s that?” He points to Darren’s ring on my left hand.

“I’m engaged.” I say in a monotone voice, staring at the wall in front of me.

“Wow, you sound so excited about it.” Ian says sarcastically.

“Yeah… Ian, about what happened last night.” I look at him.

“It was fucking amazing.” He kneels beside the tub.

“It can never happen again. I’m serious. We are through.” My voice shakes. As the words come out of my mouth, doubt sets up in my head. Will we ever truly be through?

“Your body tells me something different. I can smell how much you want me.” His fingers play in the water.

“I want you to listen to what my mouth is telling you.” I sit up and look at him.

“Hurry, dinner is getting cold.” He walks out of the bathroom.Why won’t he listen to me?

I finish up in the bathroom and slip into a light sundress. I walk into the living room and see Ian unpacking food containers onto the table. He insists on being a part of my life and I am annoyed that he won’t listen to me. I sit on the couch and rub my head.

“You want me to bring the food to you?” Ian asks from the kitchen.

“No… I’m not hungry. We need to talk.” I turn and look at him.

“Ok,” he pops a cucumber into his mouth and walks over to me. “I’m at your service, my love,” he sits down close to me. Having him this close to me is making my body buzz. If I don’t put some space between us, I’m afraid we’ll have a repeat of last night, so I slide away from him. He chuckles under his breath. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I’m going to marry Darren.” I say as a matter of fact.

“No, you’re not,” Ian laughs and leans back.

“Don’t tell me what I am or am not going to do.” I growl, getting tired of his arrogant attitude.

“Look,” he slides closer, “I know you haven’t let him touch you, past a kiss. If you wanted him, you would have let him by now.” He puts his hand on my thigh. “Frat boy will never make you feel like I do.” He runs his fingers up and down my thigh. I can feel the slightest trace of a tingle, so faint, but it’s there. A primal feeling arises in me, the need for him to touch my entire body. I fight the need to touch him back. My heart races with excitement as the lust haze takes over my mind. “I can smell your arousal. I know you want me too.” He grabs the back of my neck, bringing me in for a hungry and demanding kiss. We both moan as our tongues dance and explore each other’s mouths. There’s something about his kiss, almost like his lips are laced with some sort of magical potion that makes me crave more of him. He pulls away and I’m lost and saddened at the sudden loss of his touch. “You want me? Come get me.” He leans back on the couch and pats his lap. It’s like I’m under some sort of spell. I leap onto his lap as if he has an invisible rope that is pulling me to him. My body has a mind of its own and my mind is no longer in control. “Such a good girl.” Ian’s voice is low, sultry, and sexy. Everything about him is beautiful and sexy, and I can’t get enough.

I attack his mouth with mine, taking control. I suck his lips and his tongue, moaning into his mouth. He massages my ass with his hands, moving my hips and grinding his hard member into my wet entrance. The light tingles turn into electric currents that race through my veins and straight to my core. I’m so wet for him. He kisses and nips my neck; then pulls my sundress down, exposing my breasts. “Mmmm, so fucking perfect,” Ian moans. He massages both breasts with his hands as he takes each nipple in his mouth, one at a time. “Mine,” he growls.

“Yes, Ian. Yes, like that…” I moan as he bites down on my nipple. It feels so good, and my core is throbbing for him to be inside.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!” I hear Darren shout from the doorway. I gasp and look up to see him standing there with flowers and wine in his hand. “What the fuck, Kate, you fucking slut!” The flowers and wine slip from his hands, hitting the floor. I scream, jumping from Ian’s lap quickly covering my bare breasts. Ian jumps to his feet with a wall shaking growl and rushes to Darren.

“No one calls her that!” Ian shoves Darren’s shoulder.

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it? Huh?” Darren pushes his chest into Ian’s.

“Back off, frat boy, you don’t want any of this.” Ian shoves Darren back. Darren is furious. He pulls back his right arm and swings towards Ian’s face. Ian grabs Darren’s fist midair and pushes it back to him, squeezing Darren’s balled up fist with his hand. “What did I tell you?”

“Stop it! Stop it!” I run in between the two men, separating them. I put my back into Ian’s body, using my hands as I release Darren’s fist from Ian’s grip. With my hands, I push Darren back.

“I knew it! He’s why you’ve been distant lately and why you weren’t excited when I asked you to marry me. One hundred women would kill to have a chance with me, but you… you’re fucking some gym bro behind my back.” Darren is red faced and full of rage, shouting and pointing at my face.

“Like she’s the only one with a side piece.” Ian laughs.

“Fuck you, man,” Darren steps closer.

“Nah, man, you’re not my type.” Ian continues to laugh while I push him back with my body.

“Yo bro, you see whose body she’s pressed into right now?” Ian laughs. Darren’s angry eyes move from Ian to me. I have never seen him so angry before. This is a side I’ve never known of Darren, and it’s a little more than scary.


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