He followed, pointing at her with a trembling finger. “I’m sorry I ever met you.”
Her lips curled down. The tears she’d been fighting nearly blinded her, but not even her blurry vision could erase what she saw in his eyes. Knowing she was the person who’d put that look on his face broke her heart, put it back together, and then broke it again, over and over, until a soft cry left her wobbling lips.
For every two steps she took backward, he took one forward. “I’m sorry I ever signed your new hire paperwork.”
Her back slammed into the office door, and she jolted, shocked at the unexpected barrier.
He moved in, his fingers glued to his chest, his voice rising with every word. “I’m sorry I ever believed the lies that constantly poured from your mouth instead of accepting the truth that was plain in your eyes.”
Veda sealed every inch of her body to the door, dragging her nails against the wood as he moved like a flash, closing the space between them with teeth bared and eyes wide, his voice rising more every second.
“Gage,” she begged, shaking her head softly, tears spilling down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry I let you into my life so you could use me, demolish me, skewer me, Veda. I’m sorry I stood by idly while you stole my last breath,” he spat, his scent engulfing her, nose nearly brushing hers, moisture gleaming in his own eyes as he slammed his fist into the door next to her head, his voice going hoarse as his screams moved to roars. “I’m sorry that I stood by idly while you tied a noose around my neck!”
Veda jolted at every strike he sent flying into the door, mere inches from her head, and only when she was sure he’d thrown the last punch, his face pulled so tightly the skin appeared moments from pulling away from his skull, she launched her body forward and seared her lips to his, gasping the moment she felt their warm softness under her tongue, whimpering at the shot of light that blasted through her even then, even as every inch of his body stiffened, even as he seized her arms and shoved her away, sending her flying back into the door.
Veda sucked in a sharp breath as she collided with the door once more, clenching her fists on either side of her face, her tear filled eyes rising to his.
He scowled at her even as he leaned in, tightening his hold on her arms to push her back even further, even though she was already as far back as she could go.
She lifted her lips to his as he leaned in, gasping softly when, in the next instant, he yanked his face away. She followed, coming to her toes, wrapping one hand around his heaving shoulders and lifting the other to his face, seizing his jaw desperately, the pads of her fingers digging into his cheeks.
He slammed his eyes closed and shook his head, his lips curling down, the cringe on his face moving to fiery levels, every bone in his body visibly screaming no even as he locked his big arm around her waist, pulled her in, and snatched her bottom lip between his, sucking it deep into the heat of his mouth, warming it with his tongue and the pained moan that instantly tore up his throat.
Veda drew his top lip between hers, whimpering at its familiar taste and feel—like it had been tailor made for her lips to suck and her tongue to lick. She flew back and forth between his top and bottom lip, hungrily drawing each one into her desperate kiss, so wildly she felt moments from ungluing them from his face. His lips engulfed hers with the same urgency, and soon their moans had ebbed to desperate, panting heaves, heat flying from their nostrils with almost as much fire as their battling lips. Veda gasped into his mouth after breaking the kiss to catch her breath. She swept the tip of her tongue against his lips as they sought hers, anguished at her departure. Their gasping lips met again the moment she finished drawing a much-needed breath, rekindling the furious kiss once more.
His arm tightened around her waist, their embrace escalating with the speed of a forest fire. They tilted their heads deep, trying to get as close as they could, the smack of their lips filling the office and overpowering their wild breathing.
Veda sank her fingers into his silky strands, crying out when his hardness pressed against her stomach, nearly pulling his hair from the cuticle when her pussy instantly clenched, ached, begged for the light pushing against her. The light she’d gone too long without. That she never wanted to go without again.
She laughed breathily as her bottom lip found itself trapped between his teeth, not minding the soft flash of pain when he bit down good and hard, too busy pulling at his tie.
He broke the kiss just long enough to rip his tie apart and drop it on the floor. He undid his shirt in a flash, ripping open the flaps and yanking it off.
Veda became short of breath as his bronze chest was unveiled to her—hungry fingers instantly on his eight-pack abs, trailing up to his rock-solid pecs and over his broad shoulders. If she could get her hands on every inch of him at once, she would, and even as he leaned in and reclaimed her lips in a passionate kiss, she couldn’t close her eyes. Couldn’t relinquish the sight of his beautiful body, his gorgeous face, and his tight stomach, which clenched under her nails as she dragged them down his body, only stopping when she’d reached his belt buckle. She fumbled to get it undone.
He assisted her when her wobbly fingers proved too sluggish, snatching the belt apart with ease. Veda wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he undid his pants, her eyes falling to the smattering of freckles that dusted his collarbones. She leaned in for a taste of them—searing her tongue over his skin and finally letting her eyes slam closed at his delicious flavor. She dug her teeth into his skin when she realized it still wasn’t enough, her trembling fingers dipping into his undone pants and past the waistband of his boxers.
They both cried out as she clutched his hardness, and her center gushed with need for the column she claimed under her fingers.
In a flash, his own fingers had dipped into the waistband of her scrubs, his lips leaving hers, his hooded eyes falling just as he shoved her bottoms and panties down past her ass, seizing her arms and swinging her around so she was facing the door.
Veda cried out as her cheek smashed against the cool wood, laying her palms against it, slick and sweaty. Her lips skimmed the slick wood as she jutted her bare ass toward him, the pulsing center of her pussy finding the tip of his dick with ease. She screamed against the door as he sank inside her, going as deep as he could with one solid stroke, his big arms encircling her body and pulling her flush to his chest, his lips in the crook of her neck, tickling it with the tortured moan that left his parted lips. He sealed those lips to her skin as he began an ardent thrust, sucking at the sensitive crook, sending white-hot pleasure shooting over every inch of her body as he took what was his. What had always been his.
“Yes,” Veda begged.
He locked her hands high above her head, laying all of his weight on her until every inch of her body was pasted to the door, sealing his chest to her back as his thrusts grew short, desperate, tugging the skin of her neck into his hot mouth as he fucked her with wild abandon.
She’d always been able to tell the exact moment when Gage went blind, when he was so close to orgasm that he lost all control of his mind and his body, making moves he wouldn’t normally make, doing things he wouldn’t normally do. When he seized the neckline of her scrub top from behind, bunching it in a tight fist, pulling it so taut it nearly cut off her airway, more so with each strike of his dick, she knew he was close.
And she slammed her ass back against him—her slick walls taking each hit with ease, clenching and squeezing for more, hungry for everything he had to give. She needed to feel the moans rip from his lips as he came inside her, the warmth of his seed filling her. She needed to give herself to him in every possible way while also taking whatever she could.
She needed to make it right.
So she dug her nails into his hand, which still had both of hers locked over her head on the door, and met each of his thrusts with equal passion and need.
“Gage…” She whimpered, tightening her walls around him and grinding her hips, making eve
ry move she knew would drive him crazy and make him lose control.
But it was really she who’d lost control, and she didn’t know it until his hardness had left her, sending a soft pop into the air in its retreat. She didn’t know it until the weight of his body was gone, the only evidence that he was still there coming from the clench of his fingers around her waist. Those fingers took hold of her scrub top and tugged. She pushed away from the door, lifting her arms so he could remove it completely. He popped her bra clasp next, letting her breasts spill out and her hard nipples brush against the cool wood.
His arm was around her waist, and he swung her away from the door, turning them into the office before laying her on the floor.
Veda screamed as he lay her heaving belly, her heated cheeks, and her parted lips onto the wood floor, locking her hands high above her head once more, holding them steady with one hand while the other guided his dick back inside. A tortured moan trembled on her lips when they became one again, getting lost in the slap of their skin, his breathtaking weight, and the incredible feel of his lips and tongue lighting fire to the crook of her neck.
“Please,” she begged, barely able to move as he laid every inch of his body on top of hers, still managing to squeeze her velvety walls around him, lifting her ass just enough to fight as hard for her peak as he did for his. “Yes, Gage. I missed this so bad.”
His weight left her, but his dick didn’t, and he braced his fists on either side of her head while swirling himself inside her, nice and slow. She laid one of her hands on the floor and tried to sit up, but her palms had grown slick, making it hard to find leverage as her sweaty palm slipped against the wood. She wrapped an arm around one of his bulging biceps, letting that center her as she came up to her knees.
His pounding had grown slow, sure, and when Veda looked over her shoulder, she saw that his eyes had too. They were gentler, softer than they had been against the door. He leaned in, never breaking their gaze, and spread his lips wide over hers.
She purred into the gentle kiss, always amazed that the feel of his lips and tongue suckling hers was almost as beautiful as the feel of him filling her to the hilt, kicking to life pleasure centers in her pussy that she always forgot existed until his kiss came to remind her. She didn’t know what his lips shook alive within her every time they kissed, but she knew it was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It was something that was better than sex.
It was something she never wanted to live without again.
So she took her time savoring his soft lips, savoring the gentle taps of his tongue, savoring every pained, torrid, ravenous moan that bubbled from his heaving lips.
Her kisses must’ve done to him exactly what his did to her, because in the midst of suckling her top lip, he suddenly pulled out of her, his dick leaving her body with an agonized moan right on its tail. He ripped her scrub pants and panties the rest of the way down her legs, yanking her sneakers off with them before tossing them all away, leaving her completely naked. His chest constricted with the need to be back inside her as he removed the rest of his clothes with trembling hands as well, his darkened eyes never leaving hers as he hurried to undress.
Only when they were both completely naked, their clothes scattered all over the office floor did he return to her, taking hold of her waist and tugging her toward him. His hardened member, gleaming with their lovemaking, bobbed in the air between his solid thighs as he flipped her onto her back with ease.
She kept her hands over her head, eyes locked on his, and spread her thighs wide, biting her bottom lip against her smile as his gaze ran her body as if taking a mental picture of the vision before him. Then he cradled his hands on either side of her and dove in, seizing one of her pert nipples with his tongue and trapping it between his teeth, engulfing it in the warm cavern of his mouth as he guided his aching dick back inside, his spine bending so he could achieve both at once.
The combination of his dick spreading her and her nipple fluttering under the fire of his tongue was enough to send Veda’s back arching high. Gage was there to cradle her body to his as it curved, holding her steady as he thrust, moving to her other nipple and giving it the same love just as a tightness filled her belly and traveled down to her pussy, which flinched and convulsed around his hardness as she came.
Veda was sure there was nothing in the world more beautiful than finishing around his cock with the sensitive bud of her nipple locked in his mouth, but that was only because she’d yet to experience all those things in conjunction with the warmth of his own cum filling her channel. The moan that left his lips as he came, right alongside her, tickled the nipple trapped between his teeth all the more.
She slapped her hands down on his shoulders and dragged them along his back, digging her nails in deep enough to draw blood, her head thrown as far back as it could go, softly flinching and thrashing through each incredible shot of pleasure blasting through her. Spine bent, and toes curled, she hadn’t even realized her entire body had left the floor, supported fully by the massive arm locked around her arched waist and the hardness twitching inside her.
She had no idea how she’d gone so long without this.
Without him.
And with a simultaneous heave, they finished together. For several minutes they were silent. Motionless. Speechless. For several minutes, they allowed the real world to remain locked away, neither willing to exit the beautiful atmosphere they’d created together and rejoin the harsh cold nip of reality.
Gage pulled her in, encircling her in a hug, his arms tightening around her waist and hers around his shoulders. He placed feather soft kisses along her collarbone as their breathing relaxed, each kiss staying a little longer than the last before he took her waist and lifted her up. His dick fell out of her, but a string of their juices held on as if neither of their bodies was quite ready to be separated.
He watched the phenomena happen, his hooded eyes drinking in the sight, heavy like he was seconds from going in for round two. But instead, he kept his eyes down and stood, keeping a hold on her hand so he could help her up too.
Veda stumbled to a stand, looking up at him once they faced each other. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but nothing came. Nothing but sputters and jumbles as she fought for the right words. Everything felt wrong. Not quite appropriate. Not quite right.
Back when they were together, this would’ve been the moment Gage jumped in to say all the things she couldn’t quite articulate, in an elegant and graceful way she’d have never managed on her own, leaving her free to simply lend her heartfelt agreement.
But Gage didn’t speak. He didn’t sputter or jumble.
His eyes searched her face in silence.
He waited.
Veda swallowed thickly, her eyes lowering.
And he released her hand.
She watched as he made his way all around the office, slowly pulling himself together. Tugging his boxers back on, followed by his pants. His shirt. Even his tie.
Veda’s heart sped up with each new piece of clothing he put on, holding her gaze the entire time he dressed. Soon, the adrenaline got her moving as well, hurrying around the room and slipping on every piece of clothing she ran into. Her panties, her bra. Her blue scrub bottoms and top.
“I uh…” She started, once her scrubs were back on. “I guess I should get going…?”
He met her eyes across the office, still fixing his tie. “Yes. You’ve got, uh… You’ve got the ap—”
“Appendectomy,” she finished.
Right on time, her pager rang out. A sing-song chirp floated through the air. The pager vibrated immediately after, making it rattle and dance against the wood floors. It had somehow slid all the way across the room, beeping loudly from where it was nestled in the far corner.
Veda hurried across the room to claim it. Swiping it up and deactivating the beeping, she chuckled softly while making her way to the door, feeling the heat on her cheeks as she clipped the beeper back onto the waistba
nd of her scrubs.
She wanted to look up at Gage once she made it to the door, hand on the handle, but found it difficult. They’d never been apart for this long. They’d never broken up before. So she didn’t know what it looked like when they were getting back together.
Was this it?
Was this him forgiving her?
Or just a moment of weakness?
Just a one-time thing?
Those were the real questions on the tip of Veda’s tongue. The ones that had left her a stumbling jumbling mess a moment earlier. A moment that she now understood had been more important than she’d realized. A moment that she’d allowed to pass—paralyzed by the fear of the answer. She’d give anything to have that moment back. To ask the questions she hadn’t had the courage to ask.
Her eyes flew to her engagement ring, still gleaming from atop her fourth write-up, and she knew it would have to be her. He couldn’t throw her a line. He couldn’t save her on this one. She’d have to be the one to bring it up. She’d have to be the one to fix it.
So she looked at him and fought for the courage to say it. To say what was in her heart.
But when she found him with his back turned to her, staring out of the window with his hands in his pockets, she choked. He was too locked away. Closed. Silent.
Her heart fell.
“I hope you have a good rest of the day,” was all she could say, tears instantly stinging her eyes at how wrong that sounded. How impersonal. How could she be so impersonal with a man who, just minutes before, had been inside her?
He turned his head but not his body, wisps of sunlight catching the sharp lines of his jaw, showcasing his gorgeous profile. He didn’t smile, eyes lowered.
“You too, Veda.”
And for a moment, Veda was frozen.
She could tell him she still loved him. She could tell him she was pregnant with his child. She could tell him she wanted him back.
But could she?
Could she tell him she still loved him when she knew the darkness within her was still alive and well? The same darkness that had ripped them apart the first time? Could she tell him she was pregnant when their baby wasn’t yet in the clear? What if, god forbid, their child didn’t make it? Could he handle it? Could she tell him she wanted him back when there was still so much room left to hurt him? Ten times more than she already had?
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