Page 92 of Fractured
My face was in Talia’s neck as I tried to hide my laughter.
When I heard a voice, I hadn’t heard in almost fifteen years.
A voice that hadn’t changed.
Not one goddamned bit.
“Dominik?”
I kept my face planted in Talia’s neck as I felt her stiffen.
Thankfully, my arms were wrapped around her waist as I lifted my head and looked at the woman.
“Jillian?” I asked.
She nodded, then a tentative smile spread across her face. “How have you been?”
I looked at her, took her in, then looked at my woman, and winked at her, “Been doing good. Been doing real good.”
Talia’s glare was wiped away with a soft smile on her face.
Then I looked back at Jillian and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Erm, well, I was hoping we could get a coffee and talk? Maybe catch up?” she asked.
That was when I fully took in what she was wearing.
How the fuck she still fit in that pink dress I had liked on her was beyond me.
And that was when I knew. She didn’t want to, maybe, catch up. Nope, she wanted me back.
A sudden thought occurred to me, then I looked at Talia, “Gotta get back to work?”
She shook her head, “Nope. Took a half day because you said there was something you wanted to show me.”
I nodded. “I had planned to do that later, but now is as good a time as any.”
Talia frowned, but slowly, she nodded.
I caught it.
That slow nod.
She was working on her trust issues, and I could have kissed her for that.
Wait, she’s my woman.
I bent my neck and captured her lips with my own.
Kissing those cupid bow lips of hers, and just like it always did, where she was concerned, my cock got hard.
I pulled away and marveled at the soft look on her face, the look only I was able to see.
Then I shifted us, so her body was blocking mine.
She twisted her neck, curved her back slightly, and then looked down at my coveralls that were covering my cock and smirked.
I winked at her, then looked at Jillian, and felt a chuckle start to build up at the look on her face.
