Page 17 of Walk Off

Chapter 5

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Celia

She was begging for Kyle to fuck her.

Kyle Dulanay.

The man she’d loved for eight years. The only man she’d ever slept with. The father of her daughter.

The one man she’d assumed she’d never ever see again.

It was surreal, intense, and so fucking good.

She wasn’t even sure how they’d ended up here. One moment, she’d been dancing with a nice guy who seemed to like her. The next thing she knew, Kyle had butted in and taken over.

Just like he always took over her thoughts when she was trying hard to think of someone else, anyone else, as she brought herself pleasure.

It never worked then so she wasn't sure why she’d thought it could work when he was actually in the same room with her.

It was going to be worse after this. The Kyle she’d known eight years ago had been sweet and sexy, but also young and clueless.

It looks like things had changed.

Something she was glad about, even if it meant knowing he’d been with other women when she’d only ever been with him.

“What do you want?” His voice was rough and low. And, oh so sexy. It was a voice he’d never used before. At least not with her.

“Just...” She’d never said out loud what she was about to say. They’d made love or had sex. They’d never fucked. But that’s what they were doing.

That’s what she wanted.

“Fuck me,” she finally finished after a long pause and a heated gaze between them.

He grinned. “Good girl.”

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