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I shrugged but said nothing.

“Wait a minute,” she said with a gasp, her eyes widening. “You’re not here to try and convince me to join you and your little band of miscreants, are you?”

I studied her, but still said nothing.

“Oh, my god, you are!” Cricket slid out of the booth and stood. “I’m not hungry anymore. Thank you for a lovely evening and for your apology. I’ll call myself a car.”

With that, she headed straight for the exit. I stood to stop her, just as our server returned.

“Is everything alright, sir? Do you need some more time with the menus?”

“No, thank you, my date isn’t feeling well, so we’re going to call it a night. Sorry for any trouble, everything was great. Please, bill the drinks to my room and give yourself a ridiculously high tip.”

I ran outside and found Cricket standing on the curb, in the pouring rain, violently stabbing at her phone. “Stay away from me, Jase, I mean it.”

“That’s all you gotta say to me?” I challenged.

“Yes.”

I crossed my arms. “This isn’t like you, Cricket. I was expecting more of a fight. At least a hundred words formed into several sentences that told me what an asshole I am.”

She glanced up from her phone briefly. “Well, you don’t know me anymore. Obviously.”

“Please come back inside, it’s pouring out here.”

“Gee, thanks for mansplaining the weather to me, I hadn’t noticed.”

“C’mon, Cricket, please, just let me talk to you. I know this is all crazy, but will you at least hear me out? Just give me a little more of your time.”

“More of my time?” she cried out and began pounding wildly on my chest. “How much more of my time do you want,Minus?You’ve already held me hostage for years and now you want more? I won’t give it to you. You can’t have any more of my time, or my heart, or me.”

I pulled her close and covered her mouth with mine. Goddamn, she felt right, she felt like home. She fell into me and moaned softly. Her hands came up to my face, as she returned the kiss hungrily. She tasted even sweeter than I’d remembered, and I held her tightly as we kissed again and again.

“What are we doing?” she asked, finally breaking away.

“What we’ve both wanted to do for the past eight years.” I stroked her face, soaked from the rain. “Come with me. We’ll talk in my room.”

She bit her lip but gave me a quick nod.

Cricket

Jase guided meinto his hotel room, pushing me against the wall and kissing me as he kicked the door shut. He tugged my skirt up over my hips, and his hand slid under the waistband of my panties and between my legs. “Goddammit, Cricket. You’re soaked.”

“That’s not just from the rain. It’s been a while,” I rasped.

“I’m gonna make up for lost time.”

Before I could respond, he tore my underwear from my body and shoved the shredded lace into his jeans pocket.

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

He grinned. “Gettin’ ready to fuck you.”

“No… withmy panties, Jase,” I clarified.

“I’m keeping those,” he said and turned me, so I was facing the wall. He kicked my legs apart, and slid his hand up my right thigh, and hovered it over my pussy. “Hands on the wall, above your head, Cricket.”

I flattened my palms to the wallpaper, my breath coming in pants as I anticipated his next move. His thumb slid inside me, while a finger went to my clit and I whimpered with need.

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