Page 44 of Only ever you-Ana & Byron
She met his eyes and raised an eyebrow. And then, she moved closer, her arms winding around his neck, her breasts squashed against his rock-hard chest.
"I missed you," she whispered, "I thought about all the things I regret when I woke up in that hospital bed. And I want a redo." Byron was distracted by what she was doing, but when he registered what she had just said, his eyes clashed with hers.
" A redo?"
“Only this time, no strings attached. I don't expect us to be exclusive or anything" she said, "And do it right this time."
He seemed to search her eyes before suddenly getting up with her in his arms like she weighed nothing. In no time, he had her in his car, and he leaned in to buckle her seatbelt. She caught a whiff of his spicy cologne, and he turned to plant another hard kiss on her lips before withdrawing.
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Chapter twenty
Chapter 19
She sat there a little shellshocked, of half a mind to get out and run. She tried the door only to find he had locked her in!
WTF!
Minutes later, he was back with her bags, which he dumped in the backseat.
"Don't even think about leggin' it," he said, tossing her bags in the boot. "I'll catch you and drag you back, swear down. No takebacks, Ana Banana."
She smiled despite herself at the old teasing nickname, one of many that Byron had for her.
"Yes, to all your conditions." Ana opened her mouth to say something, but Byron interrupted her through gritted teeth, "Except the exclusivity clause. Not a chance. I had a health check-up, and I have an all clear. While you are with me, there is not going to be anyone else."
Ana tried to interrupt again when Byron started the car. But he sat back again.
"You know what? Nah. Bollocks to this." He turned to her, eyes blazing. "How fuckin' dare you, eh? I've waited years and years for a shot. And now you wanna play games?"
He snorted. "Open relationship, my arse. When I am finished with you, you won’t have the energy to remember your own name, let alone an 'open relationship' ," he mimicked her tone.
They were both quiet through the short ride to his apartment, though they kept throwing wary glances at each other.
The tyres hissed softly as Byron eased the Porsche into the underground garage, the engine's growl reverberating off concrete pillars. The building was all quiet opulence-shadowed lines, polished metal, and hushed wealth. He cut the engine, stepped out, and came around to Ana's side.
Without a word, he opened her door and took her hand. His palm was warm, steady. She let him pull her into the lift, their reflections flickering in the brushed steel. They stood on opposite sides, eyes locked in a silent conversation. Her lips were parted as if she meant to speak, but then she closed them again. Tension coiled like a spring wound up tight.
Ana watched as he seemed to make a decision and closed the distance between them in record time.
In a blur, his mouth was on hers, lips sealing hers shut as his hands gripped her hips. He lifted her easily, pressing her back into the corner of the lift, her heels skimming the wall. One hand slid under her, fingers curving beneath the crease of her arse, grazing the fabric layers to press against the slick heat of her centre. She sucked on his tongue like it was her favourite sweet treat while mapping his massive shoulders.
He tore his mouth from hers, breathing hard.
"Are you sure, Ana, love?" he asked, voice gravel rough.
"Are you positive about this? I want to do this right."
She nodded jerkily and tried to speak but the elevator dinged.
They sprang apart just as the doors opened.
An elderly woman stepped in, a tiny cockapoo tugging at its leash. She gave them both a mild nod.
The dog, however, had other plans.
It trotted straight over and shoved its snout into Byron's crotch.
