“You could’ve stayed in Pittsburgh and finished whatever or whomever you were doing. You didn’t have to leave before your scheduled time,” I said, crossing my legs, sitting back in my chair, and steepling my fingers over my lips like he always did.

He smirked at me imitating him and pulled my chair closer to him. Licking his lips, he looked at me intensely and said, “Oh, baby. I’m where I want to be and with whom I’d rather be doing. You got that?”

My God, he smells so good and looks so goddamn sexy. Mmm, the smoky grays are pulling me in again.

I bit my bottom lip and inhaled deeply through my nose. Timmie knocked on the door, and Zach and I sat back in our chairs. I called for Timmie to enter.

“Mr. McConnallay, sir. How are you?”

“I’m fine, Mr. Goldstein, and you?”

“Fine as well, sir. Abi, I’m heading out for the evening. Is there something I could do for you before I leave?”

“No. Thank you, Timmie. I’ll be fine. I’m just going to finish up this spreadsheet and give it to Mr. McConnallay so I can get out of here myself,” I replied. 

“OK, then here’s your day’s end report, and I will see you tomorrow. Good evening, Mr. McConnallay,” Timmie said.

“Good evening, Mr. Goldstein,” Zach replied, looking at a blank computer monitor like he was deep in work.

“See you in the a.m., Timmie.” I nodded at him. From the look on his face, he probably thought Zach was there to harass me again—professionally, that is.

Timmie left, and Zach got up behind him to lock the door. He came back over and leaned so close to me that we were practically inhaling each other’s breath. We kissed, and it felt amazing. I’d missed the softness of his lips against mine and the way he rubbed his forehead against mine just before we parted our lips to take each other’s tongues into our mouths.

Oh no. I’m falling for him again. Why is it so hard for me to stick to my guns when it concerns him? No, Abigail. What are you doing? Don’t let him woo you. Don’t let him back in to hurt you again.

I pulled away from him just before I lost myself in him.

“What is it, baby?” he asked, panting softly and sweetly with his hands on the arms of my chair. Our foreheads were pressed firmly against one another.

“I can’t, Zach,” I said. His lips were soft against mine.

“Why, Abigail?” he asked, still kissing my lips softly and making his way around to my neck.

I tried to push him away from me so that I could stand and escape his rapture, but he didn’t budge.

“I need to get away from you. Please move away from me.”

He removed his hands from the armrests, stepped back, and continued to look at me. I got up from my seat, and he quickly wrapped his arms, tightly, around my waist. Pulling me close to him, he whispered in my ear, “Abigail, I’m sorry. I miss you so much, love. I want and need only you. Please. Please let me make it right. Give me a chance to make it better, baby.”

I miss you too, Zach. But why should I give you another chance to hurt me again?

I tried to break loose from his tight grip and enchanted fragrance that had awakened all of my Zach senses I had desperately tried to bury. I closed my eyes, but I still smelled him. It reminded me of his taste. And when I was reminded of how amazing and satisfying he had tasted, I began to remember how he felt. He felt so right, so perfect, so amazing in my hands, in my arms, in my lap, in my bed, inside of me, and most importantly, in my life. His smell called out my name. Abi-gai-lll. It was hypnotizing. He was breathing hard, and it reminded me of the sounds I heard whenever he called or moaned my name, how he laughed, and his domineering voice. I heard him whisper and utter sweet sounds into my ear. And when I opened my eyes, I saw him. I saw the man behind the expensive, tailor-made suits. I saw the man I had fallen in love with in such a short time.

Zach put his mouth over the sensitive spot on the left side of my neck, parted his lips, and let his warm breath kiss my neck. My body involuntarily loosened up and relaxed to familiarity. Zach loosened his grip on my waist when he felt my body respond to him. He drew my eager neck into his equally eager mouth, and my body melted into his. I wrapped my arms around his waist and under his blue piqué polo shirt. I roamed my hands up his strong back and across his shoulders and traced down his back with my fingernails. His penis jerked against my stomach as he began to respond to my touch.

He put his big, strong hands on my...