Ex-Husband's Regret

I try to pull my hand away, but it's no use. He has it firmly in place, refusing to let go. His grip didn't hurt, but it was tight enough that I couldn't pull my hand out of his. "Harper" he warns when I try to pull my hand again.

Why was he making this hard? Couldn't he just let the issue go?

"There is nothing to talk about" I hiss, glaring at his handsome face.

The fact that I almost succumbed to his touch was embarrassing enough. Now he wanted to embarrass me further but hashing it out on our way to work.

"There is where you are wrong" he snags my waist and pulls me close to him. "We have a lot to talk about."

What the hell was he doing? Had he completely lost his marbles? There was definitely something wrong with Gabriel, because he was acting so out of character.

Was he trying to toy with me? Is that what this was? A game for him.

"Let go of me Gabriel," I hiss, as those unsettling thoughts settle in my head.

Fuck! It still fucking hurts. It hurts that he didn't want me in the past, and now he is trying to toy with me.

"Why?" he asks, his lips close to my ears. "Do I make you uncomfortable? Do I arouse you? Is that why you don't want me touching you? Because you know my touch makes you wet."

I scoff at his words, trying to hide the effect of his words. I don't want him to touch me simply because I don't. There isn't any other reason. I refuse to accept any other reason.

"You are wrong" I snap at him when he still refuses to release me.

We were going to be at the office in a few minutes. I needed to get whatever it is that is happening under control.

Gabriel was dangerous, and I wasn't saying that because he's among the most powerful men in the city. He was a danger to me. To my heart. I couldn't be the naïve girl I was to fall for him. It would only end up in disaster.

"I'm not fucking wrong, and you know it" he breathes, "You forget I had your breast in my hand while at the gym. Your erect nipple was proof enough that I aroused you."

Panic washes over me at his declaration. How the hell did I allow things to get that far?

Snickering, I narrow my eyes.

"Please, that's a normal reaction for a woman who hasn't had sex in two years. You are a man, Gabriel, one who was rubbing his dick against me. Of course my body would react. It's nothing special, any man would have gotten the same reaction had they done the same."

At my words, his eyes darken, his jaw locks and his grip tightens. I get a sick kind of satisfaction when see the anger in his eyes. His ego just

ka hit at my words, and fucking love it.

"Is that so?" there was something dangerous in his tone as he gritted those words.

I nod my head numbly. My mind was screaming warnings, but I chose to ignore them. What the worst that he could do?

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Faster than the fucking flash, Gabriel has me up, and on top of him, with my legs on each side of his hips, straddling him. My skirt rides up, revealing a bit of my black panties.

How do I get myself in these situations?

I try to wiggle and get myself free,

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but I only end up making things worse. Gabriel releases a groan when I rub against him and I try to stifle a moan at the friction.

"That lip bite tells me all I need to know, Harper," he purrs so close to my mouth that I'm tempted to kiss his soft lips.

My mind goes blank and all I can see are his lips. Those fucking tempting lips. I try to pull my eyes away. To focus on something else, but it's no use.

He leans in, about to kiss me, when a sharp knock echoes through the room.

"We are here, Mr. Wood," the driver's voice comes through the intercom.

"Shit" Gabriel curses and I scramble to get off his lap, almost falling in the process.

My heart was pounding, and my hands were shaking. I almost gave in again, minutes after I told him that he didn't affect me. What the hell was wrong with me?

I avoid his eyes, as I fix my clothes. When I'm done, I take my bag ready to get away from him and the same damn situation I keep finding myself in.