His regret: Can't win me back
sm
as my eyes search, with the possi
blends with the low hum of conversations
id trailing down my throat as I hum along to
off my shoulders. It has been so long since I let myse
I see hi
ough the crowd effortlessly, his
ir falling smoothly over his forehead, a
told stories, locked on mine with a quiet in
approaches. My breath catches, my pu
velvety, and rich with an under
"Hi," I reply, my voice softer than I inte
how easily I fall under his
ued-makes my stomach twist with somet
s he leans in just slightly, the sp
n here, don't you t
his voice. My breath hitches, and my body betrays me
reckless desire, I find
ething deep inside me. I gasp into his mouth, my fingers
o nothing but heat, breath, and the into
nside. My back meets the cool surface of a wall, but the
pull him closer, his erection press
am my body, one pinning my arms above
der comp
sh of his fingers sending a wave
gainst my lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to whisper, "Fucking b
way I've never felt befor
Without hesitation, he grips my waistband, yanks my panti
his touch. I know I should stop
trokes, sending ripples of pleasure through me. A desperate
ighs as his fingers move exp
rwhelming. But just as I surrender to
his sudden thr
aky as I arch into him, my hip
berate, but I don't want to be slow. I want i
ith need. His gaze trails down to my bre
at as he grabs me tighter; his th
ire body burn for him, each stroke
inch of me, driving me wild. This i
sucking, and biting as he slams into
tilts back, eyes rolling, as his pace is relentless.
en-ecs
under the force of my orgasm. He let out a low growl, his body
ins. My pul
he presses a soft kiss to my forehea
before. The world outside ceases to exist. Nothing matte
of my phone shat
y stomach lurches as I t
Panic grips me as I sit up abruptly a
hin
the man who had consu
hell have
ven know
y clothes, my hands
t, but the only thing I know for certain is that I
head home, as I dread the co
in, the moment she sees me, she rushe
happened to you," she
va, you wouldn't bel
ck, "What? W
the club... and we... we..." I struggle to
ed. "Wait. You s
It was hasty. Reckless. Completely out of chara
a deep breath. It happened. You can't ch
r, the pull between us, the way he
hug. "It's okay, Jasmine
different, Ava. I feel like I
u're just going through a rough time.
to her. "Thank you. I don't k
thinking about him. Why di
rough my phone, trying to distract
ngs shift-salty fries with sweet ice cream? My breasts
od. It'
ought of pregnancy, especially after my divo
st kits, my hands trembling as I pay.
er laptop as I walk i
va... I think I mi
ned. "What? A
. "No. But I ha
t's not panic. Let
t, carefully following the instructions. My heartbeat thunders in
e timer
p, my breath hitching a
rld tilts
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