SHARON’s POV
The house was too quiet.
Even the ticking clock on the wall sounded like it was waiting for sothing or soone.
I’d been pacing since noon, replaying our last conversation again and again, wondering if he’d co back angrier... or not at all.
Every sound outside made my heart jump, until finally I heard it, the low growl of his car pulling into the compound.
My breath caught.
I didn’t even think; my feet were already moving. By the ti the front door opened, I was there, waiting.
Ace stepped in, shadows of exhaustion under his eyes, his shirt slightly undone like he’d been fighting more than traffic.
For a second, he just stared at , silent, unreadable.
"Are you..." I started, voice small. "Are you still angry..."
I didn’t finish.
His hand ca up, rough and certain, pulling in. His lips crashed into mine, stealing the words right out of my mouth.
I gasped, fingers clutching his shirt. He tasted like heat and tension and everything I’d been afraid to ask for.
The kiss deepened, urgent and searching, almost desperate.
When I tried to speak again, he only pulled closer, until the space between us disappeared completely.
His touch wasn’t gentle; it was possession disguised as need. Every breath, every heartbeat tangled together in sothing that felt dangerously close to breaking.
I wanted to tell him he didn’t have to apologize.
I wanted to tell him I wasn’t going anywhere.
But words didn’t fit between us anymore.
His lips trailed to my jaw, my pulse, and I felt myself unraveling, inch by inch until all I could do was hold on.
The world blurred... The ache, the fear, the questions, all drowned in the sound of his breathing against my skin.
When he finally lifted his head, his voice was low, rough.
"I can’t lose you, Sharon."
And I believed him.
"Would you prove that to right now?" I asked my pleasure speaking ahead of my brain
"What do you want Pookie" his eyes dancing from staring all over my body
"I want to be unable to walk properly, tomorrow"
His gaze was filled with amusent but he recovered quickly from it
" Okay Pookie"
With that he lifted from the ground, now kissing , walked towards the living room and set down slowly on the couch, he removed his shirt and I bit my lips at the sight of his broad shoulder and chest.
"Uhh". I moaned hard, almost satisfied with the view
He bent towards on the couch but his lips didn’t co up to mine instead they went below and I felt his touch on my clitoris...
"Aah... Aec" I moaned out his na, his tongue against my pussy sent pleasure, wave signal’s to my brain
His tongue played with every part of my pussy and it felt good, my hands steady just rubbing his dark hair.
The pace of his tongue started slow and teasing but after a while it fastened and my hips swayed with it’s rhythm...
His tongue moved too fast, I felt I was going to pass out from pleasure until my body jerked from unasurable sweetness but his tongue still didn’t stop...
"St...stop..." I managed to force the word out and pulled him back when I could not manage the pleasure anymore
He removed his belt and my hands automatically went to his rod, hard and long. I moaned at the feeling of how hard he was...
He dropped his pants down and his penis strucked straight at ... The looks in his eyes were void of rcy as he turned hard, my face towards the couch and ass bent to him, then I felt him inserting...
"Gentle..." I almost cried feeling the hot sting again but this ti he dragged my hair backwards...
"Last ti, we made love... Now let’s fuck"
He thrusted in deep and with force and I felt the sting again but sohow it gave pleasure...
When it finally ended, I could only lie there, breathing him in, my head resting against his chest.
For a long mont, he didn’t move.
Then, in that sa low voice that both cald and terrified , he said quietly,
"Don’t ever scare like that again."
I just nodded, too tired to speak. As sleep began to pull under, I felt his arms slide beneath . He lifted gently, carrying upstairs. I instinctively curled closer to him, letting the warmth of his hold lull the rest of the way into sleep.
The next morning, sunlight spilled across the room like a rude alarm clock. I groaned and yanked the blanket over my face. My body ached in all the right and wrong places, a physical reminder of last night’s sins.
"Sharon," Ace’s voice ca soft but commanding.
"Mmm," I mumbled, curling tighter.
"Wake up."
"Ten more minutes," I muttered like a spoiled child.
Ace sighed, glancing at his wristwatch. "Then I’ll call your office and let them know you’re taking another day off... again."
My eyes shot open. "No! You wouldn’t!"
He arched a brow, half-smirking. "Try ."
"Ugh, you’re impossible." I flopped back dramatically, then peeked at him through my lashes. "Fine. But you’ll have to carry ."
Ace’s lips twitched. "You realize you’re not five, right?"
"Don’t care," I said, opening my arms like a toddler. "Carry , mister."
He stared at for a beat, amusent tugging at his features. Then, with a resigned chuckle, he leaned down and swept into his arms effortlessly.
I giggled, looping my arms around his neck. "See? Was that so hard?"
"Remind why I put up with you," he teased as he carried toward the bathroom.
"Because I’m cute," I said smugly.
He stopped at the doorway. "Now, get down."
I tightened my grip. "No."
"Sharon."
"Nope."
He exhaled through his nose. Then, without warning, he stepped under the shower still fully dressed.
The cold water hit us both, and I shrieked, half laughing, half furious. "Ace! You’re dressed for work!"
He looked down at his soaked shirt, then up at with that maddeningly calm smile. "I can always dress again."
"You’re insane!" I gasped, laughter spilling out despite myself.
"Mm. You bring it out of ."
My cheeks flad, and I quickly slid down from his arms. "You’re impossible."
"Learned from the best," he said, walking out, droplets trailing behind him.
Left alone, I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my damp hair, humming under my breath until my reflection stopped .
A red mark peeked from my neck. Then another, fainter one near my collarbone.
My mouth fell open. "No, no, no..."
The brush clattered to the floor. "Not again, Ace!" I groaned, clutching my head.
As if on cue, my phone buzzed and I went out to check, a ssage from my friend Maxie
’You’re going to work today, right? And please, no turtle necks ... it’s 30 degrees!’
I swore softly, dashing to the bathroom again. "Turtle neck it is," I muttered.
Downstairs, Ace was already pouring coffee, fresh shirt crisp, tie in place, like he hadn’t just stood under a freezing shower so minutes ago.
He glanced up at my frantic face. "Rough morning?"
I glared at him. "You left evidence."
He smirked. "Souvenir."
"Keep teasing, and I’ll pour your coffee on your suit."
"Tempting offer," he said with a wink.
I froze for half a second, that tone again, then grabbed my bag and stord off before he saw the blush that betrayed .
"I’m dropping you off" he offered but I didn’t want that...
"Noo"
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