Page 53 of My Ex's Best Friend

Her lips mold against mine, igniting a spark that sends electric pulses through my entire being. The taste of her is familiar yet exhilarating, of regret and possibility.

She embraces me tightly, I feel a sense of weightlessness, as if we're suspended in a world of our own making.

I lift her off the ground, and she instinctively wraps her legs around me.

Our bodies align in a seamless fit, and the kiss becomes a fervent exploration of desire as her fingers sink into my hair.

She makes a sound at the back of her throat that I feel right in my cock.

My tongue gently traces the contours of her lips, seeking entrance. She allows me access, and I moan once I slip inside. Our tongues meet in a slow, sensual dance.

My hands are steady and reassuring, continuing to cradle her as she kisses me.

As my fingers trace a gentle path down her body, I can feel a shiver course down her spine.

I knead and squeeze her ample hips, as every inch of her body is flush against mine. She gasps as I pick her up in my arms before carrying her to the bed.

She clings to me, her gaze never leaving mine. I see the trust and unbridled need in her eyes.

I put her down on the bed, and slowly climb up on top of her, bracketing her face with both my arms.

As I hover over her, our gazes lock. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she says, pulling me down to her.

My lips trail a delicate path across her cheeks, down her neck, and along the curve of her collarbone. Our warm breaths mingle together, and I can taste the sweetness of red wine on her lips.

We shed our clothes quickly.

The cool breeze settles on my skin, and I can feel her shiver.

Pulling her to me, I press her into the mattress.

I look down at her.

I can see the curiosity in her eyes as she observes me through her lashes while her fingers trace the contours of my chest. “You’re so big. So different.”

I laugh. “I’m no longer the boy you knew, Kira.”

She looks up at me, and I see the sadness in her eyes. I pick up one of her hands and kiss her palm. “But I’m still yours.”

“Oh, Jake.”

I reach between us and cup her breasts, staring down at it with reverence. “You’re…you’re so beautiful, Kiera.”

She squirms under me as I flick her nipples with my thumb, playing with both simultaneously, kneading her breasts.

She moans, her eyes closing.

“No, keep looking at me.” I need her to see me.

Her eyes flutter open.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. “So fucking beautiful. I haven’t stopped thinking about you for a second since you stepped into my office.”

“You haven’t?” The vulnerability in her voice makes my heart squeeze.

“Not a damn second.”

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