Suddenly, I am sobbing from the intense pleasure that is washing over me. My toes curl as my orgasm washes over me. He stops fucking me and sets me down on the floor.
“Why did you stop?” I demand like a petulant child.
“You are crying. Did I hurt you, halo?”
“No. The opposite actually,” I reply, sniffling. Grabbing his forearms, I hold on to him for dear life. “You didn’t get to come,” I whisper.
“I’ll survive until the next time I bury myself inside of you,” he says, winking at me. My tears have dried up but they threaten to start again because I know I’ll never see this man again. I have to go home and save my family.
“Nope. I don’t like that at all,” I say, dropping to my knees in front of him. I pull his still hard cock into my mouth and suck him. I don’t actually know what I am doing, but I have definitely read enough erotica to get the gist of what I am supposed to be doing.
“Jesus Christ,” he swears above me and his hands fist into my hair. He guides my head as I savor the taste of both of our flavors combined. “I am so close, baby. So close.” He fills my mouth but it’s so much it spills out. I pull off of him and he’s still coming hard. It hits my chest, my face, my hair. I can’t help feeling like a filthy goddess. I did this to him. He pulls me to my feet and kisses me hard. He grabs a towel from the folded stack on a table and gently cleans me up. He strips off his shirt and I am greeted with all the gorgeous tattoos he has covering his chest, abs, and arms. Then he drags me to the little leather couch where he slides his still hard cock into me again. I lose track of how long we make love or how many times. I have no idea what time it is, but the sun is starting to set. Standing, I stretch and I am deliciously sore everywhere. He stands with me and kisses me again. I could get lost in his kisses, but I don’t really have that luxury. I know that I need to leave. Go back home, but I don’t want to. I want to stay with this man forever. Pulling away from him, I look around for my dress. Finding it, I move over to it and pull it back on. I had keys when I came in, but I find them in the pocket of my dress.
“Um… Thank you… you know for today. I’ll never forget it,” I whisper as I watch him pull his pants on again. Earlier in the day, he shed them and we spent the rest of the time naked as the days we were born.
“There will be many, many more days like this. You’re coming home with me. I’ll treat you like the queen that you are.”
“I would love to go home with you, Ledger, but I can’t,” I tell him and immediately hate myself for it. I believe him when he says he’d treat me like a queen and I know that I’d treat him like a king, but that future isn’t meant to be. I had my one moment of happiness and now I will save my family.
“Why the hell not, Rachelle? You got another man? Surely not. No one could resist you and I was the first man to lay claim to you, spill my seed into you. You could be full of my kid by now.”
“What? No. It’s not like that. I mean it is, but it isn’t.” I watch his handsome face fall but I can’t go over to him again. I know what will happen if I do and I’ve been gone long enough now.
“You aren’t leaving me. Ever,” he growls and I shake my head, backing out of the office. He stares at me in what I can only describe as shock.
I look at him one last time and then I am out the door and in my car. Only there do I let myself cry. It shouldn’t be like this, but it is.
He’s my other half and I can’t have him. Life couldn’t be less fair than it is right now.Chapter FiveLedgerIt takes me all of two seconds of staring at her before I am out the door following her like a mad man. The salon is full and my employees as well as my customers are staring after me. There’s no way I don’t look like I was fucking that girl in my office all fucking day. Ignoring them, I push the door open and see her in her little Beemer crying before she pulls out into traffic. I memorize her license plate number and pull my phone out of my pocket.