Page 36 of One Last Chance

“Y-Yeah,” I mutter and hesitantly sit next to him.

His scent causes this scarily innate reaction in me—my body responds to it with a feeling of calm and relaxation. Like he’s mine. Like he’s supposed to be here.

I lower my gaze and swallow.Come on. Just spill it out. This is torture.

Rowland probably sees my body language that screams ‘a nervous wreck’ so he speaks. “I didn’t get a chance to thank you in person for getting me to the hospital.”

“Are you… Is everything okay?” I ask, looking up at him. He smiles softly and nods.

“I’m fine. Well, besides…not really being fine these past few weeks. I…I missed you,” he lowers his voice to something scarily vulnerable and fragile. It makes my heart tug to see that hurtexpression of his. I want to scream at him‘So did I. I missed you so fucking bad.’but I can’t. What was the point of my doing all that, of letting go, if I just allow him back in now?

“What Mina said to you was horrible. I don’t know what to do with that girl. She’s really going off the deep end and I feel painfully unqualified to deal with her, so I decided some family therapy is finally in order.”

“I hope it helps you,” I say, understanding. “She’s definitely dealing with something, but I don’t blame her. She’s young and confused. I get it.”

“I know you didn’t pull away because you were offended.” Rowland looks at me firmly, making me want to sink into myself. I don’t want him to know, to understand, to convince me to come back, because I worry it will only hurt both of us. “You left because you thought you being around was detrimental to Mina. Because you’re an empathetic, mature human being. I appreciate that. You have no idea how much I do.”

Oh, why oh why are you saying all the right things?

When he leans toward me and moves his hand on the couch to touch mine, I don’t pull away. Pressing my lips together, I hold his gaze, already willing to give in.

“The truth is, what’s going on with Mina has nothing to do with you. It’s much deeper than that, which…saying that, I get it if you want to keep away from the whole mess that is my life right now.” He absentmindedly runs his finger across the top of my hand. “There are many things I’ve had to—and am happy to—give up for my kids. But you’re not one of them, Day. You’re something I really don’t want to give up, I've come to realize.”

“Goddammit,” I curse under my breath with a sigh, causing him to frown in worry. “You just know exactly what to say, don’t you?”

After a moment of uncertainty, Rowland’s lips spread into a wide smile. “I know this might be getting tiresome, but…onemore chance?” he says with a playful tone to his voice, and shifts even closer to me until our knees touch.

With a smirk, I tilt my head. “Third time’s the charm, huh?” This close, when I take in a breath of relief, the scent of his pheromones fills my lungs. I close my eyes, momentarily overwhelmed by the sensation.

“Oh, I— Sorry,” he blurts tentatively. “Since the flare up that landed me in the hospital, the doctors said it’s better I stay off the medication for a few months, so I haven’t been taking it. I’m sorry if it’s uncomfortable.”

With a tender smile, I lean closer to him, until I feel his hot breath on my face. Rowland keeps that sophisticated facade up, but I can tell he is losing it inside. “I never said anything about your pheromones being too much,” I whisper seductively, glancing at his lips briefly before meeting his eyes again.

Rowland takes the bait. He seizes my lips and wraps his hands around my waist, finally crossing the line that’s been drawn and left so excruciatingly untouched since our near kiss in his house.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone more in my life. This feels right.So right.

We kiss eagerly, almost as if to devour one another, while struggling to undress each other. When all but our pants are on, I pull Rowland up. “Bed,” I manage to breathe out between our ravenous kisses and drag him into my bedroom. I have a feeling that the amount of fluids and sweat we will produce won’t be something I want to try to get out of my couch.

Before I can even get down, Rowland stops me by pulling my body back against his. Standing at the foot of the bed, he keeps planting kisses all over my neck while undoing my belt. His cock pokes me in the back in the meantime, making me hunger for him even more.

I turn around when he finally pulls the rest of my clothes down and start working on his pants. His pheromones get richer, louder. It’s like he’s swallowing me up.

His cock springs up from his boxers as I snatch them down and brushes against mine, making us both gasp in pleasure. He’s thick, and pink, andperfect.

Seizing my lips again, Rowland pushes me back onto the bed and after we kick our pants off on the floor, he’s already on top of me like some wild beast, groaning and hungrily running his hand over my chest.

“I’ve been dreaming of this, you know?” he whispers into my ear while he grinds against me. With a shaky exhale, I tilt my head back and enjoy the delightful sound of his voice. The pheromones are making me dizzy, in a good way.

“Mmhmm.”

My brain's turning into mush.

While his beard tickles me with every kiss going from my throat to my chest, his left hand presses our cocks together, stroking slowly and steadily, while the other reaches for my ass.

“You’re so wet and ready for me…” This vulgar, unrestrained side of Rowland, the sophisticated mister CEO, turns me on even more. I tighten around him as he slips a finger in, and he chuckles in response. When I meet his eyes, there's something deliciously dangerous in them. His pheromones intensify again, threatening to push all the air from my lungs and leave me aware of nothing but his intoxicating scent of delicious figs.

He keeps jerking us off with deliberate, rhythmic motions—just enough to drive me up the wall, but not enough to end this too soon.

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