“Cormac!” Scarlett calls out to me.
My blood goes cold thinking there’s something wrong, and I quickly move for the door. But it forcibly swings open. Scarlett stands there. I expect her to be covered in blood. That she got caught in the crossfire or in a knife fight. My eyes scan her from head to foot.
No, she’s perfect. Not a single scratch, but her eyes are wild. And they tell me she’s hungry. She only wants one thing.
Me.
We spring toward each other, and as soon as she’s in my arms, I’m kissing her roughly.
“God, I’m on fire,” she says, tugging at my shirt. “The rush. The power.”
I nearly confess that I know what it’s like, but I keep my mouth shut. I’m not sure how many passes I have with this woman.
I shove away enough stuff on my desk to lay her out. I tug her jeans down and get on my knees to lick her dripping wet cunt.
Scarlett’s so worked up, she quickly comes in my mouth. I finish licking her, but there’s no end to how wet she gets for me.
“Turn around. One leg on the desk.” I unzip my pants and take out my steely hard cockas she turns around and presents her perfect ass to me. “I’m your husband, but I’m going to fuck you like you’re my dirty whore. Hold on.”
I slam into her, and it only takes a few minutes of roughly taking her from behind before I start to crash.
“Fuck, wife. You’re killing me.” I reach my orgasm in record time and come inside her.
She arches her back, and I press my chest against her. Gripping her chin from behind, I mutter, “I love you. I’m not letting you go. Ever.”
“Good. I want to be your real wife. And share your son with you.”
That nearly makes me break down.
I step back, letting my wet cock, pulsing like it ran a marathon, flop against my nutsack. Scarlett twists around, and we breathe heavily, staring into each other’s eyes.
“I take it the run went okay,” I say when I find my voice.
She nods. “Pierce has been handled. And Ana’s amazing.”
“You like her?” I ask.
“Very much.”
“You okay that she’s my ex?”
“I don’t see her like that.” She brushes hair from her face. “I don’t see you guys as a couple.”
“We were both struggling. We used each other.” I look down. “I’m not proud of that.”
“Hey, that’s the past,” she says, bringing my face back to hers. “We both weathered broken roads to land where we are. Yours was with Ana. Mine was with Pierce. If he didn’t cheat and hit me, I wouldn’t have left. Then I wouldn’t have been in that exact spot for you to run me over.”
“I did not run you over, you little exaggerator.” I laugh and kiss her.
But she’s right. I would have noticed her in my class,but as the daughter of my boss and a student, I would have fought off the attraction.
Who knows, I might have even turned back to some kind of substance to get through it. Scarlett soothes me now.
My thumb traces the edge of her jaw as her lashes flutter. She’s got an adrenalin high. From the Bratva run and from us. I feel it radiating off her skin.
“You’re drunk on power,” I tease. “I know the look.”
“Does it look good on me?”