Page 51 of In Another Time

“I ended it with Anya.”

The words hit hard. I blinked. “Wait. You. . . what?”

“I broke it off,” he repeated. “I told her the truth. That I’ve been in love with someone else and ignoring it.”

I felt the walls I’d built around my heart tremble. “Are you serious right now?”

He stepped closer. “I should’ve said it back then. At the lake. But I was in my feelings. Pissed at you. Torn about. . . everything. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I couldn’t keep lying. Not to her. And not to myself.”

I stared at him, trying to keep it together. “So you broke off an engagement. . . for me?”

He shook his head. “Becauseof you. Because I never stopped thinking about you. Because every time I closed my eyes, I saw you. Lennox, you’re not easy. You’re strong, complicated, stubborn as hell, but I love you. Always will.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Omir. . .”

“I don’t expect shit to be easy. I don’t expect everything to just fall into place. This ain’t a fucking movie or urban romance book. This shit is real life. But I had to come tell you in person—I love you, Lennox. I never stopped. And I’m not letting you go again.”

Tears stung my eyes. I shook my head slowly. “I hurt you.”

“We both fucked it up. But the thing about time is, that shit always comes back around.”

My hands trembled as I walked toward him. “What happens now?”

“We figure it out. Chicago, Arbor Hills—I don’t care where we live. I care who I’m with. And that’s you.”

The tears fell before I could stop them. “I love you too,” I whispered. “God, I love you so much it scares me.”

He cupped my face with both hands, his thumbs wiping the tears from my cheeks. “Then let’s be scared together, baby.”

Without another word, he pulled me into his arms, crushing his lips against mine with a hunger that stole my breath—rough, deep, unrelenting. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue slid against mine, hot and wet, devouring me like he’d been starving,and I was the only thing that could satisfy him. His hands were everywhere, fisting the back of my blazer, sliding up my silk blouse, palming my breasts like he needed to memorize them all over again.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He growled against my lips, yanking the blouse open and exposing my lace bra. “I missed this shit. I missedyou.”

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My hand was already sliding down between us, grabbing the thick length straining through his pants. He hissed through his teeth and rocked into my palm, his cock growing impossibly harder beneath my touch.

“Shit,” he muttered, kissing me harder, more frantically, like the taste of me was the only thing keeping him sane. Then he broke the kiss just long enough to pant. “I need to taste this pussy. Now.”

I gasped as he grabbed me by the hips and lifted me onto my desk like I weighed nothing. My back hit the cool wood, my skirt hiked up to my waist, and my panties? Gone—tugged off like they offended him.

He dropped to his knees, spreading my thighs wide, and the second his mouth touched me, I damn near screamed. “Oh my God, Omir!”

He groaned as he licked me, tongue sliding between my folds with thick, wet strokes, dragging circles around my clit like he knew exactly how to wreck me. He looked up once, his mouth glistening, and said, “You taste just like I remember.”

I writhed on the desk, my legs shaking as he sucked on my clit, flicking his tongue fast, slow, then fast again, switching up just when I thought I’d figured out the rhythm. My hands gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white. “Don’t stop. . . please, Omir. . .”

He didn’t. If anything, he went harder, groaning into me, burying his face deeper like he was trying to climb inside andstay there forever. My orgasm built fast, brutal, the kind that made my thighs lock around his head and my whole body convulse.

“Oh fuck—Omir!” I cried out, my pussy pulsing against his tongue as I came, wave after wave crashing through me. He held me down, lapping me up like he was trying to drink every drop.

When he finally stood, his mouth was slick with me, his eyes hooded and wild.

“I’ve been dreaming about that pussy,” he muttered, peeling away his clothes. His dick sprang free—thick, long, veins pulsing. I didn’t get the chance to marvel before he grabbed me by the waist and spun me around. “Bend that ass over.”

I obeyed instantly, bracing my hands on the desk as he kicked my legs apart. His fingers slid between my folds, still soaking wet.

“Is this pussy still mine?”

“Yes,” I breathed out, arching my back. “All yours.”

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