Page 118 of Scorned Obsession

“Oh, no you don’t.” She extricated herself from my embrace and straddled my hips. I had to groan as my fucking cock jumped in response. She grabbed my jaw. “Tell me what you mean. You haven’t slept with anyone in years?”

I locked my jaw and tried to out-stare her, remaining silent, but her tits were distracting and it was only setting my blood on fire again. It was like once I yielded to the temptation of Bianca, my coping mechanisms crumbled.

“Well?”

“Yes.”

“I find that hard to believe. Your office at the club is a revolving door of women.”

“That’s not true.”

“You always had a woman in there.”

“I was trying to discourage you from showing up at the club,” I growled. “But yeah, I told them I was trying to turn you off because you were wasting time on me, but they knew better. That’s the easiest two hundred bucks for fifteen minutes those women ever made. They didn’t have to do anything except keep their mouths shut about what was going on in that room.”

“What was going on in that room?”

“Nothing. They sat there and drank my whiskey. Some of them even tried to give me relationship advice.”

Her mouth twitched. “How long?”

I couldn’t stand the sweetness in her voice and eyes. “Since the day of the frat house.”

I could see her do a mental computation. “Four years? You were celibate for four years?”

“I,” I growled. “Couldn’t touch another woman when all I could see was your tight little body in your short skirt, your hot cunt grinding on my cock and those sinful lips on mine.”

“Our encounter in the car.”

“Yes,” I snapped. “I felt like I was cheating on you when I thought of having sex with another woman to rid myself of whatever witchcraft-hold you had on me.”

“You avoided me,” she whispered. “I thought I ruined us by coming on to you. Then all these mixed signals of one second being cold and then stalking me?—”

Her eyes flashed with fury before she scrambled off the bed.

“Where are you going?” I stared at my erect cock, ready to go another round.

“Cleaning you off me,” she retorted.

Oh, hell no.

I sprang off the bed and stalked after her. She was running a towel under the faucet.

“Let me do that.”

She handed me the warm towel and I wrung out the remaining water. I crouched in front of her and wiped my cum off her.

“Why are you smiling?” she asked.

“Because cleaning you up is useless. I’m just going to dirty you up again.”

She gave a huff that was a mix of annoyance and mirth. “Caveman.”

I rose to my feet, tossed the towel in the sink, and trapped her against the counter. “Don’t hear that as real complaining, baby.”

“I just…” she whispered. “We wasted so much time.”

I sobered a bit because it was a time I didn’t want to revisit, but I felt this discussion was long overdue. “I don’t think so.”

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