flow out the speakers above. People pass by, and I genuinely smile, humming along with the songs I know. I check the items off the list and continue shopping. It seems all is good—that nothing could go wrong. Peace washes over me like a gentle wave, and I take a cleansing breath. But then… I hear his voice.
“Save some for us. I’ll spread it between your legs, and I’ll be sure to lick it all away.” His smoky voice causes the hairs on my spine to prickle and my ears grow hot as I clutch the jar of honey in my hand.
Turning slightly, I see him through my peripheral, sporting a pair of dark blue jeans that hang off his waist and a black V-neck. He stands still, his head held high. I feel his gaze on me. Heavy and wanting.
I clutch the handle of my buggy, marching forward. Casual footsteps start up behind me, and I walk faster, making my way down the next aisle. It’s clear of shoppers. Great. We’re alone.
I pick up a box of cereal, but I don’t hear the footsteps anymore. I look back, but he’s not there. A frown creases at my forehead. I scan the perimeter for him. Not a trace. I laugh at myself. Am I imagining shit?
I grab a box of the fruity cereal Aden constantly devours, but as I reach for a box of my favorite oatmeal, a hand touches my waist, and I gasp, whirling around as the box of oats hit the floor.
Hazel eyes meet honey-brown irises, and I freeze as he pulls me closer, his head slightly tilted and a ghost of a smile on his inviting lips. “Missed you, Red.”
I thin my eyes at him, fighting to get out of his arms. My breathing is uneven, my heartbeat unsteady, but my walls betray me by constricting from the husky sound of his voice. “Let me go. I don’t have time for your shit, Ace.”
“You don’t? Made plenty of time last night.”
I don’t respond. Instead, I slink my way out of his thick arms and duck beneath them, returning to my buggy. A deep laugh rises, and I look up. He looks at me, tucking his fingertips in his front pockets. I push past him, purposely forcing him back a few steps as I walk by.
Of course he follows me, and I can’t stand it… or can I? I have a bad habit of lying to myself. I can convince my mind, but my heart repeatedly betrays me for this ruthless man.
He remains silent as I continue my shopping. I make my way to the seafood section, searching for Greg’s favorite salmon. After pulling a bag out and dropping it in the buggy, I cave and look back, spotting Ace leaning against one of the freezer doors, arms crossed.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand. “Go back to whatever hellhole you want to create.”
He looks at me beneath his baseball cap, eyes thin and dark. He then pushes off the freezer door, uncrossing his arms and walking towards me with that same swagger he had when we first met. His steps are slow and measured, and with each one, my pulse thunders in my ears.
I swallow thickly as he meets up to me, grabs my hand, and studies my face. I do my best to fight the sensations his touch kindles within me. I want him to know I’m done—that we’re done.
“Go back,” I whisper-hiss.
“No.” His voice is simple and deep.
“Let me go, Ace. You’re not good for me.”
“But Greg is?” He cocks an agitated brow.
“As a matter of fact, he is.” I snatch my hand away and fold my arms, pressing my lips in defiance.
“As I said before,” he murmurs, leaning down and pressing his lips to the shell of my ear, “ Fuck. Greg .” My stomach churns, but not uncomfortably. Whatever desire I thought I lost returns, and it returns with a vengeance.
Ace skims his nose across my cheek, roaming down to the hollow my neck. He clutches my ponytail, twists the length of it around his hand with flared nostrils, and cranes my neck. I heave, remaining absolutely still.
His lips press on my skin, searing, and heat sinks to my sex, driving me mad. My pussy clenches, panting ensues, and he smirks, pulling away with ease. His eyes meet my
“Save some for us. I’ll spread it between your legs, and I’ll be sure to lick it all away.” His smoky voice causes the hairs on my spine to prickle and my ears grow hot as I clutch the jar of honey in my hand.
Turning slightly, I see him through my peripheral, sporting a pair of dark blue jeans that hang off his waist and a black V-neck. He stands still, his head held high. I feel his gaze on me. Heavy and wanting.
I clutch the handle of my buggy, marching forward. Casual footsteps start up behind me, and I walk faster, making my way down the next aisle. It’s clear of shoppers. Great. We’re alone.
I pick up a box of cereal, but I don’t hear the footsteps anymore. I look back, but he’s not there. A frown creases at my forehead. I scan the perimeter for him. Not a trace. I laugh at myself. Am I imagining shit?
I grab a box of the fruity cereal Aden constantly devours, but as I reach for a box of my favorite oatmeal, a hand touches my waist, and I gasp, whirling around as the box of oats hit the floor.
Hazel eyes meet honey-brown irises, and I freeze as he pulls me closer, his head slightly tilted and a ghost of a smile on his inviting lips. “Missed you, Red.”
I thin my eyes at him, fighting to get out of his arms. My breathing is uneven, my heartbeat unsteady, but my walls betray me by constricting from the husky sound of his voice. “Let me go. I don’t have time for your shit, Ace.”
“You don’t? Made plenty of time last night.”
I don’t respond. Instead, I slink my way out of his thick arms and duck beneath them, returning to my buggy. A deep laugh rises, and I look up. He looks at me, tucking his fingertips in his front pockets. I push past him, purposely forcing him back a few steps as I walk by.
Of course he follows me, and I can’t stand it… or can I? I have a bad habit of lying to myself. I can convince my mind, but my heart repeatedly betrays me for this ruthless man.
He remains silent as I continue my shopping. I make my way to the seafood section, searching for Greg’s favorite salmon. After pulling a bag out and dropping it in the buggy, I cave and look back, spotting Ace leaning against one of the freezer doors, arms crossed.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand. “Go back to whatever hellhole you want to create.”
He looks at me beneath his baseball cap, eyes thin and dark. He then pushes off the freezer door, uncrossing his arms and walking towards me with that same swagger he had when we first met. His steps are slow and measured, and with each one, my pulse thunders in my ears.
I swallow thickly as he meets up to me, grabs my hand, and studies my face. I do my best to fight the sensations his touch kindles within me. I want him to know I’m done—that we’re done.
“Go back,” I whisper-hiss.
“No.” His voice is simple and deep.
“Let me go, Ace. You’re not good for me.”
“But Greg is?” He cocks an agitated brow.
“As a matter of fact, he is.” I snatch my hand away and fold my arms, pressing my lips in defiance.
“As I said before,” he murmurs, leaning down and pressing his lips to the shell of my ear, “ Fuck. Greg .” My stomach churns, but not uncomfortably. Whatever desire I thought I lost returns, and it returns with a vengeance.
Ace skims his nose across my cheek, roaming down to the hollow my neck. He clutches my ponytail, twists the length of it around his hand with flared nostrils, and cranes my neck. I heave, remaining absolutely still.
His lips press on my skin, searing, and heat sinks to my sex, driving me mad. My pussy clenches, panting ensues, and he smirks, pulling away with ease. His eyes meet my
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