Never Got Over You

I shook the thought of him away and picked up my phone. The large order of Chinese food I’d ordered was M.I.A.

Just as I was about to call the store and ask if it was still coming, the doorbell sounded.

Finally. “Coming!” I picked up my wallet and headed to the door.

“Thirteen dollars and fifty cents,” the delivery guy said the moment I opened it.

I handed him a twenty and he handed me the bag of fried egg rolls and carton of pepper steak. I took it out and set it on my balcony. I realized that they’d forgotten to give me the Fortune Cookies, and the doorbell sounded again.

Perfect.

“Thank you so much for coming right back, I—” My breath caught in my throat when I swung the door open and saw James.

He was standing in the drizzling rain without an umbrella, his gaze heated and direct. And, for the first time since I’d seen him in this city, he wasn’t wearing a suit or a white button-down shirt. Dressed in dark jeans and a light grey T-shirt that clung to his abs, with his tattoos on full display, he looked exactly like the man I fell in love with years ago.

“Were you expecting someone?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Then you need to tell that person that you’re going to be unavailable tonight.”

“My night is actually free and clear,” I said, my voice still hoarse from earlier. “Except for this unwanted intrusion from my boss.”

“I’m not here as your boss.”

“Okay, fine.” My fingers tapped the edge of the door, my heart raced wildly in my chest. “I still don’t want to talk.”

“I didn’t come here to talk.” He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me, making me forget all the words I’d planned to say. All the things that’d been tucked under my tongue since I’d first saw him in his billion-dollar boardroom.

With his mouth latched onto mine, he stepped inside my place—letting the door shut behind him. Kissing me softly, he slid his hands around my hips and squeezed my ass—pushing me back against the wall.

We kept our eyes open as our mouths collided, saying everything and nothing at all.

He gripped me by my hips and slowly lifted me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist.

He carried me over to the couch and lay me on top of the cushions. I started to untie my sweatpants, but he flipped me over onto my stomach.

Straddling me, he tugged on the elastic band around my ponytail—stretching it until it snapped. He kissed the back of my neck and whispered, “I can’t give you what you need if you’re still dressed…move your hands.”

I obliged and placed my hands over the arm of the couch. Within seconds, he grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. He unclasped the back of my bra with ease—pushing the straps off my shoulders and tossing it to the ground.

He placed a trail of heated kisses along my spine, stopping when he arrived at the band of my sweats. The pillows underneath me shifted as he stood to his feet and slowly pulled the pants off of me.

I felt him tug at my red lace panties—heard him let out a low laugh, but he quickly ripped them off.

He slapped my ass and flipped me over to face him.

Pulling the grey shirt over his head, he tossed it onto the floor. He started to unbuckle his belt, but I sat up and took control.

I unhooked the belt from the loops, unfastened his jeans, and pushed them down. Pushing down his briefs, I leaned forward and slowly took the tip of his cock into my mouth.

He groaned as I took him deeper and deeper, gently threading his fingers through my hair. He looked into my eyes as I continued sucking him, as I started bobbing my head up and down.

I felt him getting harder in my mouth, but he tightened his grip on my hair and gently pushed me away.

Before I could react, he pushed me back onto the couch pillows. Then he stepped out of his jeans and climbed on top of me.

He picked up a condom from the floor and put it on, keeping his eyes on mine as he slid it up his length.

He slid into me inch by inch, burying himself deep inside of me. He clasped my hands and held them above my head, then he began to thrust.

He was much slower this time, far more loving this time. As he moved in and out of me, all of the reasons why I fell for him came back in full force. Even harder than before.

In his eyes, I saw that there was still love there. Still burning as bright and hot as it did nine and a half years ago.

We reached our climax at the same time, both saying each other’s name as we came down.