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“I saw her fucking first,” I grouch because I’d not only seen her first, but I’d fucking kissed her first.
“Yeah. Start by not touching her and then leave some room for her to breathe between the two of you.”
“I probably got what I deserved for what I was thinking after you told me you’re divorced.”
Alex glances at me and down at the space between us for half a second before he grabs the underside of my chair and pulls, dragging me toward him and closing the distance between us down to a couple of inches. I look down at the narrow gap and then up at him, raising a brow. “Was that necessary?” “Yeah. I don’t want anyone in this room confused about what’s mine.”
“Okay, well, all this testosterone bouncing around the room is more than I need this early in the morning on a weekend. So let’s move on shall we?”
“He’s a dick. He wants to fight. But you don’t have to let it get to you. You’re the bigger person—figuratively and literally.”
“You’re seeing what you want to see then. Because the only person I’ve been looking at or thinking about all night is you.”
“You are getting to me.” “You remember who I am right? Your best friend’s ex-wife?” “I had you first.”
I whisper in her ear like a fucking devil on her shoulder. “Look at me and then look at your ex. You had a choice and chose him. But I’m not holding it against you. Fuck I’ll even let you use me for revenge. You can’t exactly go back and cheat on him. But you can fuck his best friend.”
“I’m being serious, Saint. Dead-fucking-serious. The way you kissed me? The way you look at me? You should try it. Fuck me. You want to, and for all your complaints about ethics here, you’ve got to know how good it would feel to be riding his best friend’s cock. Knowing I’d be deeper than he’s ever been. That I’d make you come harder.”
“I swear I’ll fuck you right, Saint,” he whispers the words against my skin. “Any fucking way you want. You just say the words.”
“I know we haven’t always gotten along but you know I’d never do anything to hurt you, right? Fuck, you know I’d hurt anyone who tried. Whatever has you like this—you’re safe here. You’re safe with me.”
“I’d fuck you like I don’t give a fuck about anything but giving you what you want.”
“Grandma Ada. She hated Grandpa Hammond, so she had this and the conservatory built so she could get away from him.” “That’s…” I choke out a laugh. “Brilliant or sad, I can’t decide which.”
A choked laugh comes out of me before I bend down to kiss her because holy fuck if this girl didn’t have me by the balls before, she does now.
It feels right, and a laugh bubbles out of me at the thought that my fake boyfriend going down on me on the dining room table is the best thing that’s happened in this house in years.
Her eyes drop to my cock while I roll it on, eating up every inch of my skin like I’m the best thing she’s ever seen. I’m used to women liking the way I look, staring occasionally, or telling me how good my cock is. But the way she watches me, the way she looks at me like I’m a god, makes me feel like I’m made for her. Like I’d do anything to keep that look on her face.
I hate him for what he’s done to her. For what I let him do to her because I didn’t speak up sooner. Made her feel less than when she’s this fucking perfect and sweet.
“You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve seen in my life. You know that? And the way you sound when you come on my cock like that? Fuck. You’re gonna steal my fucking soul, Saint.”
I take my promise to her seriously. So I might not be able to bash his face in, but I would make sure that he hurts for this. Make sure that he can never fucking make her cry again. This would be the last fucking time.
“You might like her if you knew her. She’s good—that’s not even the right word. She’s whip fucking smart, compassionate, selfless, generous to a fault…
“Oh no, I meant you should expand on your language. Because he’s an absolute cunty little fuck who deserves to be flayed alive.”
I would do anything for this man. Anything to make him even half as happy as he makes me.
