I asked her to make a choice and deep down, I knew what it would be – our lives didn’t go together, and they still don’t. She’s the head of a giant corporation and I’m a musician who spends months at a time on the road. We exist in different worlds and I can accept that because I’m not the boy I once was, I’m not the broken soul I once was either.
But the world is forever changing, and our professional worlds are merging. Suddenly, we’re keeping similar company. Suddenly, we’re back in each other’s orbit. Things have changed. I have changed. Now, I’m a man who knows what he wants. Now, I’m a man who won’t be playing any games. Now, I’m a man who’ll take what’s mine, and I won’t apologise – not to a single soul.
This is happening. I don’t care anymore. Abigail belongs with me – out in the open, in secret…up against the dressing room door…she belongs with me.
I’m taking what’s mine, and I won’t be sharing.
“I want to have our story on stage, Seb. I think back, and sometimes it feels so long ago that I can’t remember it clearly. I need it back. I need those memories to be alive and vivid.”
“And what do you think will happen when people see it? Don’t you think they’ll figure out it’s about us?”
“It doesn’t say they’re stepsiblings. It’s about fighting families.”
“The answer is no, Abi. They are my songs and this is Thom’s production. You don’t get a say. If you want to withdraw your funding, go for it. I’ll f***ing fund it myself.”
“I don’t want to do that. I want to be a part of this.”
Her hands are back on her hips again, and her brow is creased from her exasperation. My thumb itches to smooth out the line in the centre. I drop my gaze to try and cancel out my thoughts. But all I end up doing is slowly raking my gaze down the length of her body. I feel my body stir. I’m not doing this again. I’m not going through this fight.
My gaze drifts back to her eyes and locks for a moment before I speak. “Take off your dress.”
Her perfectly plump lips part in surprise and her cheeks immediately flush. At the same time, she appears confused. “Excuse me?”
“Take off your dress. Lie it over that chair,” I command, indicating the sitting area in Andrew’s office.
“I don’t…” she starts, her flush creeping to her chest as her breasts rise and fall from her rapid breathing.
I step toward her, slowly walking around her until I’m standing against her back, whispering in her ear. Her breath catches when I begin to speak.
“I’m not doing this with you again, Abi. I’m not having you come back into my life, showing up wherever I am, only to tell me that I still can’t have you. I’m not fighting what’s between us because you’re worried about what the world might think. I don’t give a fuck about the world. I don’t give a f*** about your commitments. What I give a f*** about is what I want. And right now…” I lower my mouth to the curve of her neck and lightly brush my lips along its curve until I return to her ear. “I want you to take off this dress and hang it over the back of that chair.”
She gasps and trembles, and I reach up to undo her zip to halfway, exposing the black silk of her bra, gently running my fingers over her exposed skin. “I also care about what you want, Abi. I know you want this. You wouldn’t be back in my life if it weren’t to satisfy a craving. I’m going to give it to you, Abi. I’m going to bend you over that desk, and I’m going to take you while people wait for us in a conference room down the hall. And when it’s over, you can leave, or you can come back for more. It’s up to you. But I won’t fight again, Abi. I’ll be honest about what I want. Will you?”
She sucks in her breath and steps away from me, my c*** strains against the zip of my jeans as my eyes see the milky white skin through her open dress. She reaches behind her and holds it in place so it won’t fall then she turns around to face me. So beautiful and flushed. I wonder if she’s going to go through with this.
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Eve Cates is a twenty-something author of contemporary erotic romance. She loves all things naughty, demanding men and difficult situations (pass the popcorn please). Her first series, StepSister Devotion, will be told in four parts, releasing via Kindle Unlimited.
Eve has loved writing ever since she picked up her first crayon and penned a note to her imaginary friend ‘Pok’. Accused of being a ‘dreamer’ as she grew, she’s taken that notion and turned her daydreams into stories to delight and satisfy her readers.
When she isn’t writing, you’ll find her at home with her husband, four children, and two dogs.