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Trent
Harper takes a sip of her coffee and fiddles with the plastic lid. We’re sitting in my car. It’s her lunch break. I’m trying to explain to her what just happened, but her defenses are up and I don’t know how to break them down.
“I did it for you,” I say weakly. “I couldn’t have him hanging around all the time. Bothering you. I saw an opportunity to end that problem and I took it. I’m not going to apologize for it.”
“I didn’t ask you to help me,” she scowls. “I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself.”
She turns to me and her cheeks are pink and her face is flustered. I can tell I’ve hit a nerve.
“You didn’t have to ask,” I say between gritted teeth, “I wanted to help.”
“So you paid my ex a huge settlement and then lured him into a trap?” She scoffs and rests her head against her hand.
Being this close to her is driving me wild with desire. Even if she is angry with me. Her hand rests on her thigh, and I want to squeeze it and then run my fingers along the inside of her leg. I want to feel that sweet, wet pussy. Feel those soft lips against my mouth as I push my tongue inside her folds.
“I didn’tlurehim,” I say, softening my voice, “he didn’t need anyluring.I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist throwing it in your face. All I had to do was predict his behavior and then act accordingly.”
“Predict his behavior?” She turns back to me fiercely. Her wild, brown curls bounce around her face. My hardness trembles in my pants. She’s so fricking beautiful. Especially when she’s angry. I want this woman. I need her to be mine. I’ll do anything to have her. “And what did you predict my reaction to thisgambitwould be?”
“I thought you’d fall into my arms,” I admit. “I thought I’d push the hair back behind your ear and kiss you. I thought I’d be your knight in shining armor, that you’d see that I care about you, and that… I like you.”
“You like me?” Her voice is just a whisper. There’s confusion on her face. Like she’s trying to work out a particularly difficult calculus problem. “You have a funny way of showing it.”
I take a deep breath and brace myself for what I’m about to say. It’s not every day I admit I’m an idiot. In fact, I make a point never to admit that to anyone. But I can see the only way to win Harper is to be completely honest. To be an open book.
If she doesn’t like what she reads, then at least I know I put all my cards on the table and did everything I could.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had any interest in a woman,” I admit. Now it’s my turn to avoid eye contact. Saying these things is difficult. “My wife,” I say, “she cheated on me with my brother. It ruined my life. All those years, I thought I could trust her. I thought she loved me. But all she cared about was my money. The power I wield. Ever since, I’ve closed off my heart. My children have been my primary focus. But when I met you, everything changed. I knew I couldn’t go on living like that. Not once I knew you were out there. I’ve made some bonehead mistakes… the money… this thing with your ex… I thought I was trying to help. I thought I was performing a grand romantic gesture, but I realize I was being a bonehead. You don’t need a knight in shining armor. You need a man you can trust. Someone who has your back. Someone who is honest and caring and… in love with you. I can be all those things, if you’ll let me. What do you say, Harper? Will you give me a second chance? Let me show you how special you are to me?”
I look up at her, not sure what her reaction will be. I haven't been this nervous in years.
Tears drip down her cheeks. Her lips tremble. I brush the tears away with my thumb and smile at her.
“Ben cheated on me with my best friend,” she says, “so I know how that feels. To have your whole life thrown upside down. It’s terrible. It makes you doubt everything. And maybe It’s because of Ben that I’ve overreacted. I thought you were just some rich tyrant who saw me as their pet project. I didn’t want charity. Call it pride, or disappointment. But when you pushed that envelope towards me, it was the worst feeling I’ve ever known. Worse than finding out Ben wash cheating on me. It made me feel cheap. Like you thought you could just throw some cash at me and be rid of me. Like you didn't care about me as a woman.”
“I was just trying to help,” I say, “just trying to give you some options.”
“I know,” she laughs, then, looking at me from beneath her long, black lashes, she bites her lip. “Did you say you love me?”
“I did.” She leans across the console and her hand squeezes my thigh. I can feel my cock dripping into my briefs. My heart is racing. Her lips slowly move closer to my mouth. I lean toward her, running my hand down the back of her hair. “And I meant it.”
I close my eyes and our lips meet. She tastes of strawberries and coffee. Her mouth opens wide enough for me to push my tongue through. Her hand cups my jaw. She lets out a groan of pleasure as our tongues push and pull against each other. I could stay like this for the rest of my life. Connected to her. Exploring her body.
She pulls away. “I have to go back to work,” she says, “will you wait for me?”
“Always,” I say, pulling her back to me and kissing her again.
Her sweet lips feel so good I never want to let her go. But I have to. Watching her ass wiggle from side to side as she makes her way back inside the coffee shop, I know I’ve found the woman of my dreams. And soon I’ll claim her body. Once and for all.
