Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M - Season 5 Episode 81

Gabriel.

I pull away from Harper and just stare at her. The woman that I’d fallen in love with just mere months of her being back into my life.

After Ashley, I thought my heart was dead for good. That it would never beat again for another woman. I was content with just using them for their bodies and then dumping them when I got bored before jumping to another one.

I never saw Harper coming. I wasn’t prepared for her arrival and the changes she’d bring back to my life. She was a silent storm. One that consumed me and I let her, because there was just something about her that drew me in.

I look at her now, and I am filled with gratefulness. Thankful that she’s decided to give me a chance. To give us a chance. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I didn’t see it back then because I was blinded by pain and betrayal, but I do see it now, and I’m grateful to whoever it’s that granted us a second chance. I internally vow not to take it for granted and to be the man who deserves her.

With Harper’s body against mine, I lead her through the room and right up to the bedroom where I’ve imagined being buried inside her a million times.

“Are you sure about this? Are you sure you want this?”

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Her brow rises. “Are you really trying to argue with me about what I want?”

“No, darling, I’m reminding myself that, instead of giving me the middle finger and walking away, you’re here with me, where I want you.” I smile at her and watch as her face goes soft.

Her gaze widens as I stalk toward her again.

We’ll leave in the morning. It gives me just enough time for me to make her mine again, completely and without room for doubt in her mind.

Harper’s lips part in a gasp, right as I reach for her. My hand slides around the back of her neck, anchoring her to me.

My lips taste, lick, and bite hers until they’re red, puffy and sensitive from where my facial hair rubs against them. I don’t stop, though. Her fingers grab my tie, loosening it and taking it off over my head, before reaching for the buttons on my shirt and pushing it off until my chest is completely bared to her.

I love how bold she is in this moment and that she wants me like I want her. Nothing was going to stop me from taking her, from taking what was always mine. I just need to know though.

“Who was your first?”

Her eyes open and collide with mine. I can see apprehension in her gaze, but she’s not fearful. I don’t want her to be sad or scared. I was with someone else, and it’s not like she had to remain a virgin just for me.

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I just need to know. I haven’t been with anyone since before I tracked her down. Once I make her mine tonight, need her to know that there is no one else for her but me and that I only belong to her. The same goes for me. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to,” she replies, probably hoping it will coax me into letting it go. My brow rises, and my hands shove under her dress and pull it up and off over her head.

“Is that right?” Shivers crawl over her skin, and her eyes darken with lust.

I hook my fingers in the waistband of the panties she’s wearing and yank them down, bringing my face level to her torso. I help her get her feet untangled while placing heated kisses against the smooth skin of her abdomen. Her hands tangle in my hair and a breathy little moan slides between her lips.

My hands slide behind her legs, lifting her as I get to my feet. I walk us farther into the room and over to the bed. I set her down on the edge, my lips dancing against hers once more.

I take off her strapless bra, while never separating our mouths. Her hands find me again, sliding my dress pants and boxers off until we’re both naked. I press her into the bed, twisting our bodies and shoving her toward the middle.

With Harper next to me, I lean over and play with her nipples until they pebble and then suck each one into my mouth. She gasps, and it’s music to my ears. I slide my hand toward her pussy, brushing my fingers along her lips and spreading her open.

I rub her clit and watch as her body begins to move against my hand, looking for the release it knows I can give her.

*Does that feel good, baby?” My voice is raspy with need, and I continue playing with her.

“Yes.” Her back arches.

I grin against the skin at her neck. “Answer my question or I’ll stop.”

*You wouldn’t.”

I suck the sensitive skin on her neck, biting lightly, then letting go.