Kane was my everything.
He still is.
My heart belongs to him. He’s embedded in my soul.
And my body… It’s only ever been his.
Which is how we ended up in the back of the limo tonight, tearing at each other’s clothes. Him throwing his sunglasses off so I could look into his eyes as I lowered myself onto him. His hands gripping my hips so tight I know there will be bruises tomorrow.
It took about half a second to remember how great we were together. How great we could still be, if only I’d tell him the truth.
We do this dance every few months.
Collide with hurricane force. Fuck each other’s brains out. Get our fix and then go back to pretending we don’t have a past together. That we’re nothing more than acquaintances passing in the night.
We’ve always been careful to not get caught.
But tonight, I couldn’t resist.
I knew he was staring at me on the ride to the gala. I could feel his eyes on me from across the room as I spoke to my new boss, Emerson Dixon, and her husband, Ryder. And then he made it a point to move closer. To slowly encroach on my position.
My heart was pounding in my chest. My skin tingled from his close proximity. My breathing shallow and labored as I tried to ignore the effect he had on me.
But Kane knows me too well. All it took was one text, and I was his.
ME: Limo. Ten minutes.
It wasn’t a question. It was a proposal. He walked away, and I followed a few minutes later at a safe distance.
What I never expected was for Scarlet to show up seconds after I orgasmed. Or for Kane to act as if it wasn’t a big deal.