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."

of his words. I don't want him to touch me simply because I don't. There

are wrong" I snap at him when he still refuses to release

be at the office in a few minutes. I needed to get whatever it is

I wasn't saying that because he's among the most powerful men in the city. He was a danger to me.

fucking wrong, and you know it" he breathes, "You forget I had your breast in my hand

his declaration. How the hell did I allow things to get that

I narrow

had sex in two years. You are a man, Gabriel, one who was rubbing his dick against me. Of course

darken, his jaw locks and his grip tightens. I get a sick kind of satisfaction when see the anger in his eyes. His

my words, and fucking

was something dangerous in his tone as he

warnings, but I chose to ignore them. What

shouldn't have

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

get myself