set up before the first group of girls arrived for class, I practiced yoga breaths and visualized the tension melting from my body. Maybe Leo was right. Maybe it was time to let the past lay where it was. Except I still needed to find the guts to tell him about Tia.
Chapter Nine
Leo
"What are you doing here?" Lowering the lid of my laptop, I glared at the woman standing in the doorway.
With hesitant steps, she entered my office and glanced around. "Your assistant said you were up here. Is this from the day on Ocho Rios?" She pointed to a seascape of dazzling ocean and sand.
"Yeah." Waving an arm in that direction, I dismissed her observation of our memories and stood up. "I thought we’d said all we had to say this morning."
She clasped her hands in front of her while she moved closer. "You said all you had to say."
The sharp edge of anger tingled along my spine and I leaned on the desk, my palms flat against the wood to keep from curling my fists. What could she say that would change the fact that she’d left me? She’d lied to me back then. I’d checked and rechecked the people and places connected to the lies she’d told me and had become more convinced the longer I searched. "There’s nothing you can say, Lola, that I want to hear."
"Really?" She ran her fingers over the other side of the desk. "You don’t even want to hear me out?"
The way she stroked the mahogany occupied my gaze. I could feel each slide of her fingers against the wood as if it were my skin. "You need to stop that."
"Stop what?"
"Stroking my damn wood." I ripped my focus from her hand to her eyes. They widened as her cheeks flushed and she leaned even closer, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled.
Once a move like that would have had me thinking she wanted me. Each time she’d leaned closer to me had me believing she was mine, if only she would let herself be. Now, I knew her game. My chest tightened, and my skin bristled but instead of replacing the desire that rushed through me, it heightened it. She wasn’t mine, never had been, but that didn’t mean we weren’t dynamite together. Maybe, what I needed in order to let go of her was to get her out of my system once and for all. Use her up, one last time before I put her out of my mind. Last night she hadn't objected. In fact, she’d asked for it, practically begged for me while she spread her legs like she couldn’t wait to have me inside her. Imagining her bent over my desk while I pushed into her from behind was too much to ignore.
I grabbed her ponytail, which lay over one shoulder, and pulled her closer. Her lips parted with a little gasp, but I kept an inch between us, wanting her to know I was in control of this situation. "The only thing I want to know is why."
"Why?"
"Why did you marry me, if you were going to leave anyway?" I'd read it in her note, but I wanted to hear it from her, see her lips move while she answered the question. "Why didn’t you just walk away? Was it some twisted game to you?"
"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "I loved you."
Stalking around the desk, I kept my hand wrapped around her hair. "Your actions speak louder than your words, sweetheart."
"At least hear me out, Leo, please. So much has happened while we’ve been apart."
I pulled her close, letting her feel the affect she had on me. My cock pulsed, growing erect at the thought of bending her over my desk. Brushing her hair back from her shoulder, I examined the bruise and the signature of my bite on her pale skin with my fingers. "Does it hurt?"
"No." Her breathing became harsher as she pressed her back into my chest. "It… it doesn’t hurt so bad."
I wandered my hands over her belly and up to clasp her breasts. "Seeing you again is making it hard for me to move on. I know there’s no future for us, but I still can’t help wanting to slide into that pussy of yours."
She whimpered as I pinched a nipple through her shirt. "I want you too, Leo."
"Good." I bent her
Chapter Nine
Leo
"What are you doing here?" Lowering the lid of my laptop, I glared at the woman standing in the doorway.
With hesitant steps, she entered my office and glanced around. "Your assistant said you were up here. Is this from the day on Ocho Rios?" She pointed to a seascape of dazzling ocean and sand.
"Yeah." Waving an arm in that direction, I dismissed her observation of our memories and stood up. "I thought we’d said all we had to say this morning."
She clasped her hands in front of her while she moved closer. "You said all you had to say."
The sharp edge of anger tingled along my spine and I leaned on the desk, my palms flat against the wood to keep from curling my fists. What could she say that would change the fact that she’d left me? She’d lied to me back then. I’d checked and rechecked the people and places connected to the lies she’d told me and had become more convinced the longer I searched. "There’s nothing you can say, Lola, that I want to hear."
"Really?" She ran her fingers over the other side of the desk. "You don’t even want to hear me out?"
The way she stroked the mahogany occupied my gaze. I could feel each slide of her fingers against the wood as if it were my skin. "You need to stop that."
"Stop what?"
"Stroking my damn wood." I ripped my focus from her hand to her eyes. They widened as her cheeks flushed and she leaned even closer, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled.
Once a move like that would have had me thinking she wanted me. Each time she’d leaned closer to me had me believing she was mine, if only she would let herself be. Now, I knew her game. My chest tightened, and my skin bristled but instead of replacing the desire that rushed through me, it heightened it. She wasn’t mine, never had been, but that didn’t mean we weren’t dynamite together. Maybe, what I needed in order to let go of her was to get her out of my system once and for all. Use her up, one last time before I put her out of my mind. Last night she hadn't objected. In fact, she’d asked for it, practically begged for me while she spread her legs like she couldn’t wait to have me inside her. Imagining her bent over my desk while I pushed into her from behind was too much to ignore.
I grabbed her ponytail, which lay over one shoulder, and pulled her closer. Her lips parted with a little gasp, but I kept an inch between us, wanting her to know I was in control of this situation. "The only thing I want to know is why."
"Why?"
"Why did you marry me, if you were going to leave anyway?" I'd read it in her note, but I wanted to hear it from her, see her lips move while she answered the question. "Why didn’t you just walk away? Was it some twisted game to you?"
"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "I loved you."
Stalking around the desk, I kept my hand wrapped around her hair. "Your actions speak louder than your words, sweetheart."
"At least hear me out, Leo, please. So much has happened while we’ve been apart."
I pulled her close, letting her feel the affect she had on me. My cock pulsed, growing erect at the thought of bending her over my desk. Brushing her hair back from her shoulder, I examined the bruise and the signature of my bite on her pale skin with my fingers. "Does it hurt?"
"No." Her breathing became harsher as she pressed her back into my chest. "It… it doesn’t hurt so bad."
I wandered my hands over her belly and up to clasp her breasts. "Seeing you again is making it hard for me to move on. I know there’s no future for us, but I still can’t help wanting to slide into that pussy of yours."
She whimpered as I pinched a nipple through her shirt. "I want you too, Leo."
"Good." I bent her
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