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."

his words, trying to hide the effect of his words. I don't want him to touch me simply because

him when he still

in a few minutes.

the city. He was a danger to me. To my heart. I

breathes, "You forget I had your breast in my hand while at the gym. Your erect nipple

How the hell did I allow things to get

narrow my

rubbing his dick against me. Of course my body

jaw locks and his grip tightens. I get a sick kind of satisfaction when

my words,

so?" there was something dangerous in

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

shouldn't have

my legs on each

I get myself in these