Top Dog

“She’d been planning it for a while. There were divorce papers for me to sign in the mailbox that morning. She didn’t want to be married and she didn’t want to be a mother, so she left me to do her job for her.”

“Well, you’ve done an incredible job with those kids. They’re great.”

“Were they okay for you today?” I asked.

“They were angels, Kevin.”

“So they were temporarily replaced with alien carbon copies?”

A giggle fell from Brooke’s lips and I suppressed the urge to kiss her.

“I’m over it,” I said. “I never really loved her, though I dedicated myself to trying. But I wish she hadn’t done what she did to the kids. I know they wish they had a mother around.”

“I’m so sorry, Kevin. I really am. I wish there was something else I could do or say to convey how— just—”

I looked down into her beautiful eyes and watched the struggle raging. That was something that had always drawn me to Brooke. She wa

s so empathetic and emotional, and I felt like it permitted me to be the same.

I didn’t always have to be the hardened, calloused businessman when I was with her.

If a wall or two dropped, she didn’t pounce on it.

Our eyes met and I felt the wind wrapping around us, pushing our bodies together as Brooke lost her footing. She tripped into me and I caught her, feeling her hands pressing against my chest. Her curves sank into the spaces of my muscles, cradling her against me as I held her close.

I looked down and held her gaze, watching her as our lips closed the distance.

Fire shot through my veins. My tongue swiped against her lips as I pulled her closer into me. Her legs were dangling beneath her as my arms scooped her up, cloaked her and held onto her as tightly as I had all those years ago. My head tilted to the side and she opened up to me.

I swallowed her moan as my cock pulsed to life.

Her arms wrapped around my neck and she pulled herself upright. I felt her feet plant underneath her as my hands ran down her body, falling into the dip of her waist and sliding down to her hips. Sinking my hands into the rolling curves, I backed her into the balcony.

My knee pressed between her legs and I felt her grinding down on me. The warmth of her pussy radiated against my thigh as her hands ran through my hair.

She tasted like wine and memories and bad decisions. I’d make those decisions right.

Desire and passion and unfulfilled lust. I bet that ignorant ex of hers didn’t fuck her the way I used to. A body like hers, neglected all this time.

That was unacceptable.

And it was something I was going to remedy.

CHAPTER 6

BROOKE

His arms wrapped around me and he picked me up. He set me onto the edge of the balcony as our lips continued to stay connected. His tongue was electric, sending jolts down my spine as his hands ran up my legs.

His palms on my bare skin brought back memories of those months we had spent together.

Memories of debaucherous nights, tangled up and writhing together in his king-sized bed.

The beach was quiet and there were no sounds except for the town off in the distance. Darkness blanketed our bodies as his lips moved down my neck. Nipping and kissing, his warmth spread through my veins igniting a cascade of fire within my body as his hands pushed my dress up my legs.

I felt his hands parting me as I clung to him, grabbing onto his hair and bracing myself for what was to come.

He sank to his knees in front of me and breathed over my clothed pussy as I sat there, my legs spread wide on the edge of his balcony. His hands grabbed my lower back, supporting me as my fingers curled into the tendrils of his hair. I ground into his face, no longer self-conscious about the sweat dripping down my back. His hot breath shook me. Chilled me to the bone despite the sweltering heat engulfing our bodies.