“Remember me?”Tyler looked at Nichy with a half smile.
Yes, she did remember him in a suit like he wore now, rushing here and there with a suitcase these days.
“Of course I do,” she smiled at him, but quickly realized that she did not know what mood he was in.
He had been away when she was in London, he had been away a lot lately and she had lost her sense of him in a way.
Was that the reason that Drew had seemed so appealing to her?
No, Drew was special. So did that mean Tyler was not?
“When was the last time you fucked me?” he asked, taking off his jacket and standing before her. He pulled a strand of her hair, and looked into her eyes. “When was the last time we were in the same city?”
He pulled her close, and it was like riding a bicycle or tying a shoelace. That was how easy it was to place her hands on Tyler’s body, press herself to him and purr her kiss like a cat.
He semi-clawed at her and the way he made her feel with his body pressed to hers, she would not have minded if he dug his nails into her in the moment. He lowered his face to hers, cradling hers with such tenderness it made her feel like her core was melting.
“Missed you…” he breathed rapidly, before he pressed his lips to hers.
“I missed you,” Nichy said, spreading her legs as he sat her on top of her desk. He ran his hand over her thigh, slowly like he had all of the time in the world. She was embarrassed her thighs quivered while he did it. He ran his finger along the tremor of her quiver, and it was like he had dipped his finger between her legs.
“How much did you miss me? What have you been doing in London? Did you keep the bridge from falling down?” Tyler urged.
Nichy wrapped her arms about him, and he pulled her close to him.
“Who is Drew?” he breathed.
Nichy swallowed, and Tyler watched her throat.
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