Ex-Husband's Regret

I try to pull my hand away, but it's no use. He has it firmly in place, refusing to let go. His grip didn't hurt, but it was tight enough that I couldn't pull my hand out of his. "Harper" he warns when I try to pull my hand again.

Why was he making this hard? Couldn't he just let the issue go?

"There is nothing to talk about" I hiss, glaring at his handsome face.

The fact that I almost succumbed to his touch was embarrassing enough. Now he wanted to embarrass me further but hashing it out on our way to work.

"There is where you are wrong" he snags my waist and pulls me close to him. "We have a lot to talk about."

What the hell was he doing? Had he completely lost his marbles? There was definitely something wrong with Gabriel, because he was acting so out of character.

Was he trying to toy with me? Is that what this was? A game for him.

"Let go of me Gabriel," I hiss, as those unsettling thoughts settle in my head.

Fuck! It still fucking hurts. It hurts that he didn't want me in the past, and now he is trying to toy with me.

"Why?" he asks, his lips close to my ears. "Do I make you uncomfortable? Do I arouse you? Is that why you don't want me touching you? Because you know my touch makes you wet."

words. I don't want him to

I snap at him when he still

minutes. I needed to get whatever it is

the most powerful men in the city. He was a danger to me. To my heart. I couldn't be

I had your breast in my hand while at the gym. Your

the hell did I allow

narrow

a woman who hasn't had sex in two years. You are a man, Gabriel, one who was rubbing his dick against me. Of course my body would

my words, his eyes darken, his jaw locks and his grip tightens. I get a sick

my words, and fucking love

so?" there was something dangerous in

head numbly. My mind was screaming warnings, but I chose to

shouldn't have

top of him, with my legs on each side of his hips, straddling him. My skirt rides up, revealing a bit of

do I get myself in