Page 74 of A Temporary Forever

With her hand pressed against the small of her back, between the two of us, I pin her against the window.

The city blurs below us, but my senses are crystal clear, focused on the woman in my hold.

Or the hold she has over me. Against my will.

Fuck, gentleman am I not this morning. Her soft behind molds against me, and my cock stirs.

Yes, I blamed my fake wife for not taking the threat of felony seriously enough, but here I am, practically assaulting her.

Her breath comes out in short bursts, just likemine. But she remains still, not fighting me. The caveman in me takes that as an invitation, and I lower my head to her neck.

My own breath bounces off her delicate skin, the whiskey reminding me of the night I had.

What am I doing? Like she burned me, I step back.

She spins around and steps to the side. Fuck. Have I scared her?

She glares at me as her lips part, but no words come out. She shakes her head and glances over the city. Either she’s trying to find her composure, or she can’t even look at me.

“What’s bothering you, Caleb? You fucked me, and then you made it clear that you’re done with me. So what is your fucking problem?”

“You want to know what this is really about? Well, black swan, what I don’t understand is why you trapped me in this marriage if you have a fuck buddy to lean on. What happened? He wasn’t available for three years?”

She laughs. She fucking laughs at that.

“Are you jealous?” She steps closer, taunting me with her essence, with her glare, with her no-nonsense attitude.

My nostrils flare. “Of course not.”

“Okay, then what is this littletantrum about, Caleb? You said you don’t want a repeat, so why does it bother you if I spent the night with someone else?”

Because I fucking want a repeat.

The minute the thought materializes, I lose my mind completely and claim her lips. She yelps, but immediately wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer.

The kiss is savage. Full of frustration and hate. But even full of agony, her taste is intoxicating.

Her taste. I remember it’s mingled with another bastard. And I almost step back, but something primitive in me snaps, and I need to erase him from her.

I walk her backward until her feet stumble on the glass stairs. She loses her balance, but recovers quickly, dropping to a step and pulling me with her.

She bites my lip and moans. The tangy taste of blood mixes with our saliva. With one knee between her legs, I reach under her skirt and cup her mound roughly.

She arches into my hand. “Fuck me, Caleb.”

“I’m nobody’s seconds,” I growl, but I rip off her underwear. “Not that he took care of you, your pussy is drenched.”

“Idiot,” she says in French. “Do you really think I’d have married you if there was someone else? I went to sleep at the Park Avenue place to get away from you, after you made it clear you were done with me.”

What? A boulder that had no right to weigh down my chest dislodges. I pinch her jaw between my thumb and index finger. “I’m so going to punish you for that.”

“You should punish yourself for the way you behaved the morning after.” She pulls me to her and kisses me, her kiss even more aggressive than mine.

She reaches into my waistband, and as soon as her hand wraps around my cock, we both groan. And the time for words, while still very needed, evaporates as we frantically seek each other in the most primal way.

Celeste tugs down my sweats and boxers to expose my cock. She reaches for her purse that fell beside her and rummages through it.

“What are you doing?” I swipe my fingers through her folds. Fuck, she’s so ready for me.

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