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I continue, “I got scared that night with you. I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t know if I could handle a relationship either. When I saw you today ...”

I shrug. Don’t know how to explain this to her. I’ve never been one to express himself.

I take a deep breath and continue, “I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed you until I saw you at the restaurant. Didn’t like the guy crowding you, either.”

I rest my elbows on my knees and drop my head into my hands. Fuck, I hope I made sense. I don’t know how to explain my feelings to her. I like her, a lot. Have since the first time I saw her. It’s not just her looks that captivate me, but how sweet and guileless she is. She’s the real deal.

She moves closer and takes my hand, sits on the coffee table in front of me. Doesn’t look mad, either, just a little shell-shocked.

I scooch forward on the couch. “Leaving you that night wasn’t one of my finer moments. You aren’t a one-night stand. You’re much more.”

Her lips tighten. “I was hurt when I woke up the next morning,” she says. “You didn’t even leave a note.”

A frown mars her beautiful face. I shouldn’t have slept with her, but I wanted her so badly. And I want her just as badly now. My dick is getting hard just being near her.

I pull her to me to where she’s straddling me, legs on either side of my lap. I hold her face between my hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Will you give me another chance?”

I lean in for a kiss, hoping she won’t reject me. She doesn’t.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

KIM

When Josh tells me he feels bad about how he treated me, I think I must be dreaming. Never imagined I would get an apology from him.

I take his hand and sit on the coffee table in front of him.

He’s upset. I feel horrible for all the bad things I thought about him. Even though he deserved them. I’ll never understand men. And they say we’re the complicated ones. Yeah, right.

He apologizes, and when I tell him I was hurt, he pulls me onto his lap.

His cock is hard.

Holding my face between his hands, he says to me, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Can you give me another chance?”

He leans in to give me a kiss. My brain short-circuits when his lips touch mine.

I’ve been dreaming of this since that last time we were together. I might have exaggerated in my mind what a good kisser he was, but I didn’t—he’s better. I quiver when his tongue slides between my lips.

He wraps his arms around me, glides his hand down to my ass. I slide my fingers through his hair. He pulls me closer to him and writhes his hips. His dick. Oh, his dick.

My panties are soaking wet now. I squirm into him, wanting more. I can’t take it. I shove my hands between us to get to his pants. He nibbles my neck as I work the snap, slide the zipper down.

He raises his hips, and I yank his pants and underwear down. Fist his cock and pump him. He’s so big.

“Babe. As much as I love you stroking my dick, you need to take your clothes off.”

I stand and tug my shirt off, shimmy my yoga pants down. Only my bra and panties remain.

“Take it all off,” he growls and grabs his cock.

Cum leaks from the tip. His eyes are almost black, and he makes me feel sexy. I slowly reach behind and unhook my bra. Let the straps slip down my arms and take it off.

“Now the panties,” he groans.

I slowly glide them down my hips.

“Yes,” he moans.

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