As for Chris, he had a lot of nerve asking me to come over for sex, then interrogating me about my own sex life. Hebroke up with meand now he was suddenly concerned about who I was sleeping with and where I was spending my nights away from home? What a joke.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said, sliding into my jacket. “I’m out of here.”
He got to me as I unlocked the front door. “I’m sorry,” he said, pressing against me, his breath hot in my ear. “You’re right. It is none of my business who you’re seeing now, but I still want you to spend the night with me.”
My mouth said “no” but my cock said “yes.” God, I hated Chris for making me want him. Why couldn’t he leave me alone? And why was I such a slave to my dick? I’d caved with Alex and now I was about to cave with Chris, too.
“Please,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Baby, I just want to make you happy tonight, okay?”