"You want to feel the touch of my fingers on your skin, my lips on yours, my tongue laving your curves, my palm gripping your hip, my thighs forcing yours apart and—"
"Stop!" She reaches over and claps her palm on my mouth. "You can’t talk like this."
I place my hand over hers then kiss the inside of her fingers.
She shivers. "Stop, JJ." Her voice is weak. "Please don’t say anything more."
I lick the dip where her fingers meet the flesh of her palm. She closes her eyes.
"JJ," she breathes.
I close my fingers around her wrist and tug. She falls against me. I clamp my hands on her hips, then lift her up so she straddles me.
I lean in toward her, but she turns her head to the side.
"Look at me, Lena."
She shakes her head.
"Look. At. Me."
She looks at me.
"Good. Now, tell me you don’t want me."
Her brow furrows. A look of misery twists her features. I should feel pity for putting her in this situation. I should spare her the anguish of being torn apart by her feelings. Only, I don’t care. I want her. I am going to have her. End of story. I’ll just have to make it up to my son… Later. For now, though, I’m going to ensure she finally tells me what I want to hear.
I kick forward my pelvis and grind my dick into her center.
She shudders.
I grip her tiny waist and push down so every centimeter of my throbbing column is pressed against her core.
Her face flushes. She opens and shuts her mouth but no words emerge. Her golden eyes darken until they seem like pools of amber.Once I’m caught in them, I’ll never be able to escape.Don’t be ridiculous. She’s a woman. And like most, she has an expiry date. Maybe it’ll take me a little longer to tire of her. But eventually, I will. I always do. There’s no place for another in my life. I wasn’t even able to share myself with my children when they were growing up. So, why would I open myself up to this stranger? I’ll have my fill of her in every sense, and then I’ll bid her goodbye, after compensating her, of course. She’ll be happy to see the last of me no doubt. As would I.
"JJ, I—" She swallows. "I—"
I lower my voice to a hush, "Say it, Lena. Tell me what I want to hear."
"I don’t want you."
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Lena
"Excuse me?" His eyebrows draw down. Those dark eyes flare with anger and something else. Hurt? For a second, he seems vulnerable, then his lips twist.
"I understand it’s difficult for you to admit what you’re really feeling, but—"
"I don’t want you. I ache for you."
His gaze burns into me, then he wipes all expression from his face.
"When I see you, I want to throw myself at you and wrap myself around you. And when I’m not with you, I am so aware of the JJ-shaped void in my life. I see you at your desk, and I want to throw myself on it and spread myself for you. I see you in the conference room and imagine you pushing me up against the window and taking me from behind. I see your son, and I see you. I see you and understand where Isaac gets so many of his traits."
He opens his mouth, but I shake my head. "Let me finish, please." I draw in a breath and fortify myself. "It’s the very traits that attracted me to your son that also attract me to you. Only, they’ve matured in you, of course. Both of you are strong individuals, adamant about getting your way, headstrong and obstinate, to the extent that sometimes I want to knock your heads together and shake some sense into you. It’s no wonder that you don’t get along. You’re too similar."
"Including the fact that we’re attracted to the same woman."