Acts of Desperation(62)



“Me?”

“You were right about what you said—I’ve been an idiot. It wasn’t fair to make demands and not consider your opinions.” He walked over and stood beside me and reached for my hands. “You’re the person I want, and if I can’t live with you, then I can accept that, but I feel like I’m dying without you.” I sat, speechless. “My life has no meaning without you in it. Please take me back. I need you, baby.”

My heart pounded and my mouth was suddenly dry. “Really?” I said. I hadn’t expected any of this, and as soon as he said it, it felt like someone took a two thousand pound elephant off my chest.

“Yes.”

“Oh,” I said, and my eyes welled with tears.

“That’s all?” he said with a slight smirk. “Just ‘oh.’”

I blinked back my tears and looked up to him. “Took you long enough,” I said and smiled.

He pulled me up from my stool, and held my face in his hands. He tilted my face up and kissed the scar on my forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

“Stop it. It’s not your f—”

But then, he kissed me—desperate and hard. I savored the mintiness lingering on his breath. I reached my hands up under his shirt and caressed the smooth curves of his warm, sticky back and relished just touching him again. He released a throaty moan, winding his hands through my hair and tugging my head back, trailing his lips along my neck and up to my ear.

“God I missed you,” he whispered, and the warmth of his breath melted the edges of my heart. “I want you…I need you, baby.”

I didn’t say anything because I didn’t have to. His hands roamed downward until he found the zipper on my skirt. In one quick motion, my skirt and underwear were in a heap on the floor, and he was raising my sweater over my head. He unhooked my bra then lifted me up and placed my bare backside on the cold granite counter. I tugged his shirt over his head as he pulled the drawstring loose on his pants and lowered his boxer briefs. He took a step deeper between my legs, pressing his warm shaft against my stomach. As we kissed, I ran my finger nails against his damp skin and over his smooth, firm ass.

He reached under my backside and scooted me closer to the edge. Wrapping his hand around himself, he guided his shaft into my awaiting depth. I hooked my legs around his hips and clung to him as he cupped my frozen bottom and carried me to the furry rug in front of his couch.

Our bodies flawlessly transitioned to our new space, and he moved with rhythmic precision, touching me, kissing me, and loving me exactly the way I needed— and the way I wasn’t sure I’d ever get the chance to feel again. He slowed his pace and pushed himself completely inside of me until there was no more to give. Then with small precise movements, he teased and tormented my core. I widened my hips and pressed myself against him and we moved in perfect synchronicity as the sweet tingle of my release began to build, ebbing and flowing like the tides. He licked, nibbled, and sucked on my neck while I fought against my body to stop my tidal wave of desire from rushing up to his shore. But as his pace quickened, and his groans deepened, I couldn’t fight it any longer and let go. Swells of pleasure consumed me. Hearing my cries sent him over the edge as his cock twitched and filled my womb.

He collapsed on top of me and panted, trying to catch his breath. He tucked his hand under my back and rolled me on top of him. I straddled him and looked down at his wet hair. He was so beautiful and perfect. I sat up to slide off and to assume my position on his chest, but he grabbed my hips and stopped me.

“No, don’t move. I want to stay inside you a little longer,” he said, then reached up and palmed my breasts.

I giggled then wiggled on top of him intent only on teasing him. But, his softening cock once again grew hard, and silently, I splayed atop him and gently tickled my nipples against his chest. I buried my face in the soft crease of his perfumed neck and rode him until we were completely exhausted.





Chapter Twenty-Nine


I stood inside Jax’s home office and stared at boxes and boxes of material stacked almost to the ceiling.

“Wow,” I said, looking at the tallest stack.

“Well, that’s the one I’ve already been through. I think his goal was to bury us in paperwork—not really anything new to this profession—but he’s taken it to a new level. I have to give him credit at least. Anders had to know Sarah would never have the money to pay a lawyer to go through all this. That’s probably why he was so pissed when she switched attorneys to someone at our firm. He had to assume I was doing this pro bono, but he couldn’t be sure if I’d take the time to go through all of this. I bet he got nervous,” he said.

“That makes sense. He was constantly putting pressure on her to call off the divorce. He cornered her every opportunity he could get and it did get a little worse after you took over.”

“I bet.”

“How did you even know where to start?” I asked. “This looks overwhelming.” I turned to him and then leaned against his desk.

“Well, you remember how I said he had me draw up the papers but the wording was suspicious?”

“Yes.”

“It was the wording for a trust he was establishing for the boys.” He motioned to two overstuffed blue chairs across from his desk. “Come here and sit down next to me. There’s a lot to explain.” I walked over and we both sat. I turned my body so our knees touched.

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