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“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I whisper,

She digs her heels further into my ass, and I welcome the sting. Her fingernails pierce my skin when the grip she has on my neck tightens as I drive her into the wall, my hands wrapping around her waist tighter with every thrust. I want to savor every second of this intoxicating feeling.

“I... I…” She hesitates, each breath being forced out of her with each punishing thrust, her eyes searching mine for something as I silently pray, she’ll say it back.

“I missed you too,” She finally breathes against my skin.Her words sending a shiver of pleasure through me. And that was all I needed. She’s missed me, like I’ve missed her. The spark, the tension that’s been burning between us all weekend, and truthfully since the day we met has now become too powerful for either of us to fight anymore.

That all too familiar tightening starts in my balls at the same time her walls clamp my cock in a vice-like hold.

“Oh, god…” Her body shudders and I grind my hips, knowing she’s on the edge.

“Yes baby, just let go. Come for me,” I pant.

And she does. Loudly and unabashedly, she falls apart and I follow, pleasure hitting me like a strike of lightning.

We pant through our release, and she leans her head back against the wall with a light thud. Her body relaxing in my arms I hold her tighter, supporting her and swipe the hair that's clung to her face, I look into her eyes, hooded and sexy as hell.

We give each other a look and I press my forehead to hers, realization dawned on me. We both know this won't end here; we were never going to be a one and done thing, because when it's as explosive as this between us, how could we not be more?

Chapter Fourteen

Ali

We make our way down to the Casino, trying to act as if I didn’t just have my legs wrapped around him as he drilled me into the wall. I’m pretty sure I’ve got the indent of the paneling on my back, but I’m praying no one notices.

Everyone is sitting around a blackjack table sipping drinks. Ria catches my eye and waves us over.

“Did you guys' kiss and make up?” Jack calls.

I let out a weak laugh. “Yep, all sorted.”

“We’ll be on our best behavior,” Harry says, throwing an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into him. I give my best smile and nod in agreement.

“Glad to hear it,” Jack says. He looks at his watch and takes Ria’s hand.

“Our reservation is in five minutes. Let’s go, I wasn’t expecting you guys to take so long. I hope you two didn’t trash the suite whilst you figured your shit out.” I avoid his gaze, rooting through my purse for my phone, but Harry responds.

“Nope, all good. Let’s eat, I’m starving, I’ve worked up quite the appetite.” I lift my head to look at him and he gives me a cheeky wink.

Lord, let me make it through this meal with him.

We head into the steak restaurant. We are seated at a long wooden table with candles running through as a centerpiece. The walls, floor, and ceiling are all a deep burgundy and it’s so dark in here I wonder how I will actually see my food.

I take a seat and Harry sits next to me. It seems in our absence everyone has coupled off, chatting in little groups and we are the odd ones out.

“Looks like it’s you and me, Ali Cat.”

“Wonderful,” I say, smiling through gritted teeth.

We make it through two courses without a hitch. We even have a pleasant conversation. I tell him about the magazine’s upcoming campaign, and I think it’s the longest and most authentic conversation we’ve had. He talks about the club in London that’s due to open soon, and for some reason, I am hanging off his every word like a teen with a crush.

“So will you be moving to London?” Mason asks, one arm stretched over the back of Harley’s seat.

“Everything’s up in the air at the moment. I’m tempted, but if I find a reason to stay stateside, I won’t be moving, but I need to go back short term.”

“Those British girls though, bet you had a wild time,” Brad comments before taking a sip of whiskey.

A knot forms in my stomach at the idea of Harry being with another girl.

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