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  "Well, let me know if you need a lift home." His words trailed off and I glanced up to find him staring at me. Brow drawn down into a line, he crossed to me and brushed my hair back from my neck. "What the hell happened last night?"

  "Nothing." I prodded the bread with the spatula. "Just a run in with an old friend."

  "Some friend," he muttered under his breath as he let my hair fall back to conceal the mess.

  Mellie entered the kitchen and hugged Tia. "Good morning, sweetheart. Are you almost ready?"

  Tia bounced. "Almost, Auntie Mellie."

  Mellie pulled out the stool beside her and leaned on the counter. "Morning, Sis, Mike."

  Mike dropped toast onto a plate and pushed it toward her. A sparkle lit his eyes, and one corner of his mouth rose in a smirk when he picked up a squeeze bottle of syrup and waved it in front of her face. "Syrup?"

  "Yes." Her cheeks heated and she snatched the bottle from his hand as though his touch might burn her. I pressed my lips together to keep from saying something about the obvious tension in the room, while he turned back to put more bread in the pan. My relationship with Mellie was still too raw to meddle in theirs.

  I left them to their breakfast. "I’m going to go get ready for work."

  ***

  I still had an hour before my first class started, which was plenty of time to get my coffee and stroll the two blocks to my studio. Setting up usually took me about thirty minutes so the temptation of barista coffee was too much to pass up. I opened the door to the cafe and went to order before finding a seat where I could read the newspaper while I waited.

  "Thought I’d find you here." His deep voice startled me and I glanced up from the paper to find him hovering. He glared at me with his arms crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his T-shirt hugged mid bicep, outlining a bulky, muscular frame and showcasing the tattoos covering his arms.

  "How did you know where to find me?"

  Leo clenched his jaw, a nerve jumping in his throat. I waited for him to assault me with words but instead he pulled out a chair and sat down, stretching his legs underneath the table. "Our families are friendly, remember, or did you not realize that when you showed up at my brother’s engagement party?"

  "That was your brother?" I folded the newspaper and smoothed out the front page, giving him my attention.

  "Yeah, he told me you had a dance studio down here. But I remembered how much you liked coffee."

  I raised an eyebrow. After last night, I’d expected bitter words and clenched fists, not this almost friendly conversation. "Some things don’t change."

  "Don’t they?" He leaned closer. "It seems to me everything changes, Lola."

  The barista called out my name and I jumped, my hand fluttering to my chest. Getting up, I took me coffee and made my way out of the cafe. Leo followed me, neither of us saying anything. I raced to find the right words to break through the silence, to make him not so angry. The fact that I had to tell him he was Tia’s father sat heavily at the front of my mind, but there was a time and a place and blurting it out in the middle of the street was probably not the time, nor the place.

  "Why are you here, Leo?"

  He matched his pace with mine as I headed toward work. "I was angry for a long time when you bolted. I still am."

  "So you’re here to harass me until I leave?"

  "Are you going to run?" He shoved his hands in his pockets.

  Surprised he wasn’t carrying through with his threat, I inclined my head. "I live here now. My family is here so, no, I’m not going anywhere."

  "Then it would be a waste of my time trying to get you to leave, wouldn’t it?"

  "Yes, it would." Unlocking the door to my studio, I stepped inside.

  He halted outside the door. "I want you to know that I’m putting you behind me and moving on. What I did last night, I’m sorry about that. It won't happen again."

  Despite the circumstances, I wanted it to happen again. Right now, the man I had fallen in love with stood in front of me, not the angry, cold asshole from last night.

  He turned his back on me and hoofed it down the pavement.

  "Leo. Can we please talk?" I called out, and he paused but didn’t turn to face me.

  "Whatever you’re planning to say, don’t,” he said. "I don’t need your lies." He raced across the parking lot and onto the street, heading back the way we had come. For a moment I simply stared after him, and then I turned on the lights and went into my office. It still seemed so surreal that six months ago, I'd been broken, destitute, and homeless, and now I had my own business, Poleverize, thanks to Mike’s backing. I settled into the comfy chair in the office. It had been my first luxury purchase and I was enamored with it. Slipping my ballet slippers off, I tucked my feet up under me and rested my head on the overstuffed, oversized back. With still a few minutes to set up before the first group of girls arrived for class, I practiced yoga breaths and visualized the tension melting from my body. Maybe Leo was right. Maybe it was time to let the past lay where it was. Except I still needed to find the guts to tell him about Tia.

  Chapter Nine

  Leo

  "What are you doing here?" Lowering the lid of my laptop, I glared at the woman standing in the doorway.

  With hesitant steps, she entered my office and glanced around. "Your assistant said you were up here. Is this from the day on Ocho Rios?" She pointed to a seascape of dazzling ocean and sand.

  "Yeah." Waving an arm in that direction, I dismissed her observation of our memories and stood up. "I thought we’d said all we had to say this morning."

  She clasped her hands in front of her while she moved closer. "You said all you had to say."

  The sharp edge of anger tingled along my spine and I leaned on the desk, my palms flat against the wood to keep from curling my fists. What could she say that would change the fact that she’d left me? She’d lied to me back then. I’d checked and rechecked the people and places connected to the lies she’d told me and had become more convinced the longer I searched. "There’s nothing you can say, Lola, that I want to hear."

  "Really?" She ran her fingers over the other side of the desk. "You don’t even want to hear me out?"

  The way she stroked the mahogany occupied my gaze. I could feel each slide of her fingers against the wood as if it were my skin. "You need to stop that."

  "Stop what?"

  "Stroking my damn wood." I ripped my focus from her hand to her eyes. They widened as her cheeks flushed and she leaned even closer, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled.

  Once a move like that would have had me thinking she wanted me. Each time she’d leaned closer to me had me believing she was mine, if only she would let herself be. Now, I knew her game. My chest tightened, and my skin bristled but instead of replacing the desire that rushed through me, it heightened it. She wasn’t mine, never had been, but that didn’t mean we weren’t dynamite together. Maybe, what I needed in order to let go of her was to get her out of my system once and for all. Use her up, one last time before I put her out of my mind. Last night she hadn't objected. In fact, she’d asked for it, practically begged for me while she spread her legs like she couldn’t wait to have me inside her. Imagining her bent over my desk while I pushed into her from behind was too much to ignore.

  I grabbed her ponytail, which lay over one shoulder, and pulled her closer. Her lips parted with a little gasp, but I kept an inch between us, wanting her to know I was in control of this situation. "The only thing I want to know is why."

  "Why?"

  "Why did you marry me, if you were going to leave anyway?" I'd read it in her note, but I wanted to hear it from her, see her lips move while she answered the question. "Why didn’t you just walk away? Was it some twisted game to you?"

  "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "I loved you."

  Stalking around the desk, I kept my hand wrapped around her hair. "Your actions speak louder than your words, sweetheart."

  "At least hear me out, Leo, ple
ase. So much has happened while we’ve been apart."

  I pulled her close, letting her feel the affect she had on me. My cock pulsed, growing erect at the thought of bending her over my desk. Brushing her hair back from her shoulder, I examined the bruise and the signature of my bite on her pale skin with my fingers. "Does it hurt?"

  "No." Her breathing became harsher as she pressed her back into my chest. "It… it doesn’t hurt so bad."

  I wandered my hands over her belly and up to clasp her breasts. "Seeing you again is making it hard for me to move on. I know there’s no future for us, but I still can’t help wanting to slide into that pussy of yours."

  She whimpered as I pinched a nipple through her shirt. "I want you too, Leo."

  "Good." I bent her forward until she gripped the edge of the desk. The change of position caused gravity to push her tits more firmly against my palms. "I’m angry, Lola. Seeing you… It pisses me off all over again. You push me too hard, I’m going to fucking snap. I don’t want to be that kind of asshole. Do you understand?”

  “You’d never hurt me.”

  “You don’t know that. Do you think you have power over me like you used to? Do you think I’m here to do your fucking bidding? I’m not the man you left behind.”

  She pressed her ass into the curve of my body over hers. "I can handle you."

  The move made my cock surge forward, only to meet the restrictive pull of my pants. "Trust me, sweetheart, the things I want to do to you…" I slid my hand up her thigh. "...You can’t control me, not like you used to.”

  A shiver ran down her spine and through her hips. "I need you, Leo."

  Warning bells went off in my head at her words. It would be too easy to read into them, fall into what she had meant to me, but I was too far gone to listen. I wanted her wrapped around me while I pumped into her. Turning her to face me, I lifted her onto the desk, greedily savoring the sweet taste of her as her tongue parried with mine. Her thighs were silken warmth under my palms, and I slid them up to the edge of her skirt before I moved on to her shirt. Gripping the hem, I pulled it up over her head. "I want your hair down when I fuck you. I want it messed up from how hard I’m going to take you. When you leave here, I want to look over the goddamn balcony and see that halo of yours showing the world what you were doing when you were in here with me."

  Squirming on the desk, she pulled the band from her hair and ran her hands through it to loosen it. I pulled her to the edge, and slid my hand between her legs to push them apart so I could move between them. Her fingers bit into my shoulders when I tugged her bottom lip between my teeth, clamping down on it as I pressed my cock against the apex of her thighs. The way she responded with nips along my lip, had me confused by how she could make me want her so much when it was all a lie.

  "You still talk too much," she whimpered against my mouth while she ran her palms down from my shoulders, over the hard ridge of my abs to the V of my hips peeking above my waistband.

  I growled, her words making me bristle. "And you still think you can dominate me, after all you did. Don't talk to me like we're the people we were then."

  The corners of her mouth, which had been upturned, slowly fell while she drew in a breath. A tiny crease furrowed her brow above eyes as round as saucers, her gaze flicking away before resting steadily on mine. I stalked over to close the door before I took off my jacket and removed my tie, sliding the thin silk through my fist. For a brief second the idea of gagging her flitted through my mind, sickening me. No matter how angry she made me, trying to pull me into the past where she was my world, I wouldn't sink any further than I already had. Besides, I used to love the way she talked to me.

  Her reaction to the tie in my hand, the way she leaned away from me, her gaze focused on the thin strip of material threw me. I dropped the tie on top of my jacket. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was terrified by what I could do with that silk, if I wanted to. But, she was a brilliant actress. All that shit she'd fed me on the cruise about her life, about Brady. It had all been lies. "I can't promise I'm not going to be rough this time."

  Had I suggested this was more than a onetime thing? I removed my belt as I crossed the room again and pushed her down onto the desk, scooting her skirt up to her hips.

  "I'll take you however I can get you."

  Damned sexy black lace met my gaze and I licked my lips. "I’m going to enjoy this."

  Brushing my palms over the inside of her thigh, from knee to pussy, I pulled her legs apart before slowly running my fingertips over the black lace of her panties. She shivered under the heat of my touch on her clit, and her hips pulsated as her arousal soaked through the lace. My cock twitched and I hooked a finger into the top of her panties. I could slide into her, wanted to feel her around me, but I’d make her beg before I fucked her. "You don’t need these, do you?"

  Her eyes widened as I tugged at the flimsy material and the sound of the lace tearing accompanied the whimper that escaped her lips. If I’d expected being with her now would feel different, I was mistaken. The first flush of lust felt similar. The situation changed, but we were still oddly the same. I dangled the ruined material in front of her face. "I’m going to keep these." A reminder that I’d taken her, this one last time. Used her and discarded her. The same way she'd left me six years ago.

  I shoved them into my pocket, and focused on her pussy, sliding a finger over her slit and feeling the wetness on her skin increase with each touch. She murmured something unintelligible as I flicked my thumb over her clit, and her hips jerked up from the desk. Palming her pelvis, I pushed her firmly back onto the wood. "This isn’t going to be quick, sweetheart. You owe me more than I could ever take out of your body, but I’m willing to try."

  She sucked in a fast breath at my words and the way I massaged and teased her swollen slit with my hands. Her hips rolled as her body begged for me, and with a smirk, I leaned over to tug at her bottom lip, drawing it into my mouth and sucking on it while I penetrated her with my finger. She jerked underneath me as I bit her lip, her inner walls working to pull me into her, when what she whimpered for was my cock, for the hard fuck that would ease the intense ache I’d created. Sliding another digit into her pussy, I watched her move up and down on them. "Your pussy might not be made of gold, but I forgot how fucking addictive your sweet body was."

  She grasped my shoulders, twining her fingers at the nape of my neck like she used to, and I almost forgot what I was doing. The idea of sinking into her filled my mind, my senses, and had my balls aching. I left her writhing on the desk, her hands moving between her thighs with my sudden desertion, but I needed to regain control. Putting my hand to my mouth, I licked her arousal from my skin, before holding it to her lips.

  Her eyes widened, and her tongue darted out to lick the tips of my fingers before she gripped my wrist and took them into her mouth. The swirl of her tongue, while she sucked her wetness from my skin hit me square in the dick. Up and down her mouth slid, and I groaned at the image she created, of her on her knees, that precious mouth wrapped firmly around my shaft. Already hard, the sudden rush of blood to my cock was painful, as I imagined what I wanted her to do with her mouth.

  "Let me—" she whimpered.

  "You’ll be on your knees before I’m done with you, but only when I tell you to," I growled.

  Her body jolted at my words and I grasped her thighs, tugging her toward the edge before I sank down on my knees. Lifting her legs, I placed them on my shoulders and gripped her hips, pulling her pussy to my mouth. She cried out as I swept my tongue inside her, and her hands scrambled for purchase on the polished wood. Again and again, I flicked into her core, holding her to my face as she moaned, whimpered, and arched off the desk. Rough strokes to her clit had her bucking, her fingers digging into my forearms while I held her in place and tongue fucked her.

  "I need…"

  There was no stopping when she cried out, dragging her nails through my skin and wrapping her thighs around my head, her heels locked to
gether as she fucked my face. Tightening the grip of my mouth on her pussy, I kept pulling her apart with my tongue, driving her over the edge, until she squirmed from my grasp.

  I grinned wolfishly as I pulled her up to sit on the edge of the desk. "I’m not done with you."

  She drew in a sharp breath, and I scooted her up against me, assailing her mouth. My lips were still wet with her arousal, and I thrust and slid my tongue along hers, making her taste herself while I dragged her bra straps down her arms, tugging the cups beneath her tits. "I could tie you up with this, you know." I plucked one strap, stretching the elastic and snapping it against her arm.

  "Mmm," she murmured, apparently unable to form words while I grazed her breasts with my lips, and settled over one nipple, sucking it into my mouth and nipping at the bud. She squirmed as I pulled her areola between my teeth, and swirled my tongue over the dark pink circle that puckered under my attention.

  She went for the zipper on my pants and tugged it down, pulling them off my hips and letting them fall to reveal tight gray boxers. My cock jerked against the material as she licked her lips and lowered her gaze to my erection. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I dragged her off the desk and against my chest so I could grind my dick against her pelvis. "You want me to fill those pretty lips of yours?"

  "Ye—"

  I put my fingers to her lips, and she nodded. Her throat tensing as she gulped.

  Pushing her down on her knees in front of me, I shoved my boxers down and stroked my cock in front of her face. "I’m going to enjoy fucking your mouth.”

  Her plump lips parted, and her tongue darted out over the tip of my cock to taste the pre cum that leaked from it as I held it in front of her. She glanced up at me, her lips spreading to let me slide between them. A groan escaped me when she tightened her mouth around it and stroked her tongue along the ridge that ran to the base. The smooth glide of her up and down my shaft had my hips bucking, pushing me further into her until I hit the back of her throat. Gripping her head between my hands, I tangled my fingers in her hair and fucked her mouth while she sucked my cock like a lollypop, her cheeks hollowing with each drag of her lips.