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He’s deeper now, and my body takes charge, baring down on his hand. I can do nothing but breathe through the pleasure and soak in his words as he continues working me over.
“That first night you walked into The Oak, I felt it. We both did. I did everything in my power to lock you out once I found out who you were. But you pushed.” He beckons against my G-spot, and I swear my legs would give out beneath me if he didn’t have me pinned to this wall.
“You pushed and you pushed and you pushed.” Every word is another stroke as he drives me higher and higher.
“Even after I gave in, I assumed you’d tire of me. That we’d fizzle without the chase.” He kisses me hard, then pulls back an inch before speaking his truth against my lips.
“But you didn’t leave. We haven’t fizzled. You’re here.You. Stayed.”
He puts firm pressure on my pulsing channel and rubs my clit so hard I’m afraid it’s going to fall off. I close my eyes and shudder in pleasure as I freefall off the deep end—his ministrations and the truth of his words equally responsible.
He kisses me again, and it feels so good I want to cry. “Look at me, Maddie,” he coaxes as he eases out from between my legs and smooths down my dress.
When we lock eyes, I know what he’s about to say will change everything.
“That woman up there? She and I have a history. I thought she was the love of my life. I thought she’d be the mother of my children.”
I turn my head as he speaks, overwhelmed by the thought of him building a life with her. He’s not mine to keep. But Ihatethe idea of him being with anyone else. He turns my chin back to him, just like he’s done so many times before, and forces me to meet his gaze.
“But she left, Maddie. She made her choice. She chose not to stay.” He whispers the next words into the crook of my neck. “She’s not you.”
I shudder again as I’m overcome with emotion. All this talk about staying… and yet we’re weeks away from saying goodbye. I can’t think of it. I can’t possibly imagine what it’ll feel like to go back to a version of my life where he isn’t by my side.
He barely let me get out of the goddamn building tonight. How will he let me go for good at the end of the month?
He cups my face in his hands and plants a kiss on my forehead. “You’re mine. And I’m yours.”
“Until the end of summer,” I remind him, searching his face for any sign of uncertainty.
He doesn’t give me what I’m looking for. There’s no resolve or acceptance in his eyes. He looks pained—his expression matching the truth of how I feel.
Seconds tick by, and then a whole minute passes in which neither of us says anything. I hate this. And yet here we are already. Three weeks to go. It won’t be enough. Part of me wants to put us both out of our misery and end it now.
Finally, his jaw ticks, and he glares at me like he’s glowering into my soul before he grips my head tighter in his hands and presses his forehead into mine.
“Until the end of summer,” he finally relents.
Chapter 40
Dempsey
We’rebothsleepyandsated on the drive from Brooklyn to JFK. Neither of us slept much, instead choosing to spend the night fucking each other senseless.
There was a desperation between us after the run-in with Brooke. We didn’t speak of it; we just acted on instinct. It was a fire in my belly that I couldn’t douse, no matter how many times I made her orgasm or how long I stayed buried inside her.
For her to challenge me like that… and for me to respond the way I did…
I had no intention of staking my claim, pouring my heart out, and finger fucking her in the middle of Times Square to prove a point.
But apparently that’s what we both needed.
It was wild running into Brooke, in a city she and I used to dream about living in together. It was also a wake-up call.
What Maddie doesn’t know is that Brookedid, at one time, have a hold on me. There was a time in the not-so-faraway-past where I would have run into her, with or without someone else by my side, and the night would have gone a very different direction. Things with Brooke were good and easy when we were together, but that’s because my life was good and easy back then.
There was nothing good, easy, or pleasant about the end of us.
Brooke and I didn’t break up as much as she just didn’t show up. She chose not to follow through on her promise, and I couldn’t even be mad about her choice.
