Victor McNemara is still dealing with his new reality. He has a son, his engagement has been revoked, and his career is in shambles, going from CEO to a co-owner of a small start-up company. On top of that, his best friend leaves his side due to som...
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For a second, I thought this was all a dream. A figment of my imagination my mind created as a way to cope with my feelings. It had been a stressful couple of days, after all.
There was no better explanation for why Victor was kissing me. And so hungrily at that. It wasn’t a careful kiss. The kind where you were searching, trying it out to see whether you liked it or not. No. Victor was kissing me with passion. Devouring my lips as if he needed it to survive.
I wasn’t strong enough to push him away. There was no way I could stop myself from returning the kiss with twice as much hunger. All of my rationality and logical thinking went down the drain when his lips touched mine. I didn’t care anymore.
I didn’t care if this was real or not. I didn’t care that I would most likely wake up tomorrow with my heart breaking into a million pieces. I craved him. And if he was willing to touch me, I would take whatever he offered.
Sliding my hand in his hair, I forced him to make a few steps back, pushing him against the wall. He grunted under the impact, and while I knew, somewhere in the back of my mind, that he was still injured, my desire was clouding my mind. I was no saint, after all.
God, he tasted good.
I couldn’t get enough of him. My free hand traveled down his chest, feeling his bare skin as I dug under his t-shirt. Squeezing his side, shoving my knee between his legs to get even closer to him, I moaned when I felt he was hard. The relief I felt was beyond description.
I pulled away, resting my head against his neck, breathing heavily. He would be the death of me. I was so overwhelmed with everything my vision blurred.
When we fucked all those months ago, it was just that. Fucking. We were both drunk, and when he came onto me, I couldn’t resist. This whole thing happening between us now, though, was something completely different. It was sensual, full of feelings, and so incredibly true that I couldn’t stop the tears from coming.
“I fucking hate you,” I mumbled, still trying to catch my breath. I was aroused beyond help. My heart was beating as if I just finished running a marathon, and my love for Victor was ready to burst from every pore in my skin. It hurt and felt good all at the same time.
He laughed, the vibrations of it sending sparks of pleasure down my spine.
“No, you don’t,” he said, and I jumped a little when his hand came up towards my neck, undoing my tie and jumping straight to the buttons on my shirt.
“What are you doing?” I didn’t recognize my voice. It sounded so unfamiliar, deep, raspy, and full of emotions. It was scary.
“What does it look like? We’re getting naked.” He tried to continue with the buttons, but I stepped away, much faster than I was proud of, trying to do the loose buttons up again.
