All of his lean musculature blanketed her body. Her back. Her legs. She panted as white-hot pleasure shot through every fiber of her being. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't comprehend. Had no idea where she was any longer. Her vision dulled and her eyes closed, and she knew she was on the brink of passing out. Ash’s lips fell between her shoulder blades as his cock pumped her full. Filled her with threads of cum that soon shot from between her legs with every pulse he delivered against her walls.
“Come back to me,” Ash said with a whisper.
Kallie’s head fell to the couch, her legs dangling helplessly from her body.
She felt Ash fall to her, pressing her deeper into the back of the couch. His legs were between hers as he slowly slid his cock from her confines. She wanted to reach around for him. To pull him back and make him slide inside her once again. Her body was Jell-O. Her bones evaporated with the heat of their connection.
And then, all fell silent.
Kallie finally found her strength and stood to her feet. She fixed her panties and rolled her skirt down, checking her shirt for any serious rips or tears.
Her hands were shaking as Ash kissed her forehead, bringing the rest of her back to the present.
“Call me when you get home tonight, so I know you’re safe,” Ash said.
“Okay.”
“Promise me.”
Kallie looked up into Ash’s eyes and saw something she didn’t expect to see.
Hurt.
She had hurt Ash, and the thought made her sick.
“I promise,” Kallie said. “I’ll call when I’m home.”
She picked up her things as Ash stuffed himself back into his pants, then he ushered her to the door. Kallie looked back at him, yearning for his touch again. She didn’t want to go to this dinner. Maybe she should donate the necklace with the rest of the things that were being picked up.
No.
Kallie needed to face James.
To tell him once and for all that it was over.
Her stomach was in knots as she went home to clean up. She washed herself down and picked out a different outfit. One that didn’t smell like the man she wanted. She felt sick to her stomach. Weak in her knees. She had no idea what James had in store for her, but she knew it wouldn’t be good. With trembling hands, Kallie picked up her phone and risked a look at it.
She had a text message from James, telling her where to meet and what time.
Of course he would take her to the most exclusive restaurant in all of New York City.
Kallie walked into the restaurant feeling very out of place. James loved spots like this, and Kallie had always hated them. The bustling of people and the constant need to be seen. James always picked the tables in the middle of the room, so people could recognize him and clock his presence.
And that night was no different.
“Kal-Bear, you look beautiful,” James said.
“I’m not here to stay long,” she said as she sat down in her chair.
She set the velvet black box in front of him and his eyes fell to it. His nose crinkled, like Kallie had just offered him a dirty diaper. She was serious when she told him she wasn’t staying to eat. This wasn’t a date or a lifeline to get back together.
Kallie was done with this.
Done with James.
“Did the gems not sparkle enough?” James asked.
“It’s not about the necklace,” Kallie said.
“Then what is this about?”
“It’s about us, James.”
“I’m glad you bring that up, because I want to talk about that subject.”
“I’m sure you do but let me start. Why would you get me a gift like this now?”
“What?”
“That’s the question I keep asking myself,” she said. “Clearly you were paying attention. You knew I’d had my eye on this, even though I could never afford it. If you knew I wanted it all those months ago, why didn’t you buy it for me then? Why wait until now, after you’ve cheated on me?”
“That’s an interesting sentiment coming from the woman who never wanted me to spend money on her.”
“That isn’t the point of this.”
“Then what is the point?”
“You waited until you had royally screwed up to shower me with gifts. Because you think that’s how you’re going to get me back, and it’s not,” she said.