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."

I don't want him to touch me simply because I don't.

are wrong" I snap at him when he still

the office in a few minutes. I needed to get whatever

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

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

over me at his declaration. How the

I narrow my

reaction for 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 react. It's nothing special, any man would have gotten the same reaction

grip tightens. I get a sick kind of satisfaction when see the anger in his eyes. His

at my words,

there was something dangerous in his tone as

numbly. My mind was screaming warnings, but I chose to ignore them. What the worst that he

it. I shouldn't have

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

I get myself in