Best Served Cold

Could we?

I didn’t know, but I also knew I had a stack of unfinished business with the man standing in front of me. Business that wouldn’t be over unless one of us categorically said we were done, and with how we currently were, that wouldn’t happen.

I pushed him back and slid down off the counter, careful not to put the full weight on my still-sore toe. “Come with me.” I grabbed his shirt and dragged him after me, only just catching how quickly his eyebrows shot up before I turned.

I led him to the back of the store and the half-empty store cupboard. I yanked the door open and pulled him inside with me.

“What are you doing?”

“You wanna drive the fifteen minutes to your place and do it, or save yourself the frustration and do it right now?” I raised my eyebrows and closed the door. “I’m literally offering it to you on a platter right this second. If you wanna wait…”

“I didn’t say I wanted to wait.” Even in the darkness of the cupboard, I could see his eyes shine with laughter as my eyesight adjusted. “I’m just confused about the location.”

“Well, we can’t fuck on the counter, and it’s not like a storage cupboard is the weirdest place we’ve ever had sex.”

He paused. “You’re right. The bathroom at the courthouse after my aunt got married is probably top of that list.”

“Exactly. We both know we aren’t over.”

“Raelynn Fortune, are you admitting that you have feelings for me?”

I pulled him into me. “I’m gonna have some very specific ones if you keep talking.”

He put a finger to my lips. “I don’t have a condom. I didn’t exactly come to work expecting to have sex today.”

I sighed. “I haven’t had sex since we broke up and I’m on the pill. Unless you hooked up with a bunch of questionable women, I think we’re probably okay. We haven’t used a condom since the night we met.”

He laughed, drawing me into him and kissing me. His hands curved around my ass, and his hard cock twitched against my stomach. “No questionable women. Or any women at all. I was too busy trying to win you back, wasn’t I?”

“In the dumbest way possible.”

“I’ll give you that, but for someone who wants to get on with it, you’re talking an awful lot.”

I gripped his collar and tugged his face down to mine. Even in the darkness, our lips met with an ease that sent a shiver down my spine.

A few steps back had me bumping into the wall. Chase’s hands explored my body as we kissed deeper, giving in to the desire that swirled around us. My heart was beating like crazy, and I wound my fingers into his hair.

God, it felt so fucking normal. I hated that it did, but it did. I couldn’t stop that. Chase would always be normal to me—he’d always feel right, even when I wanted it to be wrong.

He stepped to the side, turning my head with me, and slipped one hand beneath my dress. My thighs twitched as his fingers trailed up them toward my clit.

“Open your legs,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles over my underwear.

I did as he said, parting my legs just enough for him to push my underwear to the side. He kissed me as his fingers worked through the wetness of my pussy, flicking over my clit again and again.

The heat that flushed through me was almost unbearable. My legs were trembling. I wanted this—bad. More than I thought I had.

“Chase,” I whispered between kisses.

He chuckled against my lips, but he removed his hand and took a step back. There was a clink as he undid his belt, then a quiet whoosh as he dropped his shorts.

He tugged me a few steps over and kissed me again. His hands traced numerous paths over my body until he reached my thighs. His grip there was strong, and using the wall to brace me, he lifted me. I helped him with my hands on his shoulders and wrapped my arms around him.

His bare cock pressed against me. A whimper escaped my mouth as he stepped forward, making his cock bounce and rub against my clit.

He laughed into the kiss, but he pulled back so he could position his cock correctly. I was wet and aching—my clit was throbbing, and all I wanted was for him to be inside me already.

Chase moved slowly. Oh so fucking slowly, inching inside me bit by tiny bit. A tiny spark of pain flashed through me as he pushed deeper inside me, but it quickly subsided.

His groan shot tingles across my skin. It was deep and guttural, and I just about clenched at the damn sound.

He moved, adjusting himself and digging his fingers deeper into my legs. He lifted me a little higher, and my head knocked against the underside of the shelf.