“You just what?”
“I want to be reassigned to another lawyer, and I don’t want to see you any more than I have to...”
He stared into my eyes for a long time, not saying a word as he finally let me go. “That’s how you truly feel?”
“Seeing as I’m the only one between us who actually feels anything, yes. Yes, that is how I really feel about you.”
He blinked. Then he suddenly pulled me back into his arms and crushed his lips onto mine.
“Why are you such a f**king liar, Aubrey?” He hissed. Pushing me against the vanity, he bit down on my bottom lip and snatched the feathered headband out of my hair.
Keeping his lips on mine, he pushed my dress up my waist—ripping off my panties with one pull.
“Andrew...” I tried to catch my breath as he picked me up and set me on the sink. “Andrew, wait...”
“For what?” He grabbed my hand and placed it over his belt, telling me to unbuckle it.
I didn’t answer him. I slipped my fingers underneath the metal clip and unclasped it as he pressed his mouth against my neck.
Trailing his tongue against my skin, he whispered, “You haven’t missed me f**king you?”
“It was only twice.” I sucked in a breath as his hands caressed my thighs. “Not enough to miss anything...”
He bit me harshly and leaned back, glaring at me.
My breath caught in my throat as he slipped two fingers inside my pu**y and teasingly moved them in and out.
“It feels like you’ve missed f**king me...” He pushed his fingers as deep as they could go, making me moan softly.
I arched my back as he stroked my clit with his thumb.
He suddenly pulled his fingers out of me and brought them up to his lips, slowly licking them. “It tastes like you’ve missed f**king me, too.” He pressed another finger against my throbbing wet clit and then he brought it up to my face—placing it against my lips. “Open your mouth.”
I slowly parted my lips, and he narrowed his eyes as he slid his finger against my tongue. I felt his c**k rub against my thigh, felt him using his other hand to wrap my leg around his waist.
“Tell me that you don’t want to f**k me,” he said. “That you don’t want me to bury my c**k deep inside of you right now.”
He grabbed my face and pressed his lips against mine, drawing my bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth.
I was sliding off the edge of the counter, about to fall, but he suddenly pressed me back against the mirror.
I kept my eyes locked on his as he unwrapped a condom, as he put it on and stared at me with that same angry expression he’d been wearing all night.
He grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me forward, sliding his c**k into me as my legs gripped his waist.
My hands clawed at his neck as he pounded into me again and again.
“I’ve missed f**king you,” he rasped, threading his fingers into my hair and pulling my head back. “But you haven’t thought about me at all?”
“Ahhh!” I screamed as he sped up his thrusts. I squeezed my legs around him even tighter, trying my best not to give in.
I shut my eyes and heard him saying my name—panting, “Fuck, Aubrey...Fuck...”
“Put your hands on the counter...” he commanded, but I ignored him and tightened my grip around his neck.
“Aubrey...” He bit my shoulder again, still f**king me harder than ever. “Put your hands on the counter. Now.”
I slowly unclasped my hands from around him and lowered them to my sides—gripping onto the cold counter. The next thing I felt was his tongue swirling around my ni**les, roughly sucking my br**sts.