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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.
“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.”
“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 remember who I am right? Your best friend’s ex-wife?” “I had you first.”
I want him, and he should be mine. At least for a night. I deserved it, right? For being the good one all the time and trying to do the right thing.
“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.”
She wipes at her mouth with her thumb, looking so fucking innocent as she does it. So sweet that I’m not expecting what she says next. “You want water?” She stands. “I’ll give you a breather but then I want you to bend me over this table and pull my hair while you take me. I’ll look for the apron while I’m in there.”
I lean down and kiss her, cradling her jaw with my hand as I study her face. Her eyes open to take me in. “I’m not pretending with you anymore. I want you, nothing fake anymore. I want you to be mine.”
“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.”