Liam just slammed the door in my face after telling me he'd fucking end me if I kiss Rae, his wife, ever again. I'm staring at the door feeling like a complete asshat. I don't know where my head was at thinking I could just come over here and play house with her. She's another man's wife. Jamie is his son, his middle and last names state exactly that. James Liam Anderson.

He'd opened that door and the minute his eyes laid on me a look of pure hate washed over his features. I'm sure a similar look had overtaken mine as well because neither of us can stand one another. Yes, I was appreciative for the fact that he'd taken such good care of Rae but that doesn't change the fact that he'd stolen the life I'd longed for right out from under me.

That's also the moment when Jamie had screamed my name and clung to my leg. I had genuinely smiled at that, looking down on him as he'd done so. When I looked back up I saw Rae, her clothes were in disarray and she was rocking that sex hair I love so much. I couldn't help but long to be the one who'd given her that. But unfortunately, that asshole, her husband, was the one who'd given it to her.

After a few more words I had to convince Jamie to let me go, which he was extremely unhappy about. He was a little dragon, a miniature Raegan, all fiery personality with a mop of red hair. Once he was out of earshot, not more than a second later, had Liam uttered those words and slammed the door in my face.

Now I feel like an asshole because I honestly didn't think she'd tell Liam about us, let alone that we'd kissed. I wonder if she told him we went out dancing. I doubt she told him that or what happened because, no matter what she says, I know that she'd had an orgasm. I knew that trembling, shaking form in my arms. I'd held it an endless amount of times while it did that exact same thing. We'd just usually had our clothes off instead of on.

I take my phone out of my pocket and send her a text saying I'm sorry. It appears she was far too busy with Liam to get my other texts or she would've text me back telling me not to come. Speaking of coming I wonder if he'd made her come. The moment I start to think about that though I immediately frown because he's the one who gets to be with her.

The last time we'd had sex, made love, had been the best sexual experience I'd ever had and in the past seven years there's been nothing that compares. I wonder if she feels that way with Liam. I know she's probably happy with him but I wonder if he's anything compared to me.

I guess it doesn't fucking matter anymore. She isn't mine, she never will be.

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"Let me know if you need anything else." Ella stands up from her previous position, which was on her knees. "You taste delicious." She licks her lips and gives me a wink.

"That was more than enough, Ella." She turns around and heads out of the room. The head she just gave me was amazing but the orgasm was only half-decent. I feel almost bad for using her but after seeing Rae and Liam together I'd needed a distraction.

The reality is, I can't stop thinking about Rae. She's dominating my every thought and I hate my brain for it. I hate it because not only is it never going to happen with her again, it's just fucking painful to think about her. It's painful to think the woman I'd just been fantasizing about while getting a blow job most likely had her mouth wrapped around another man, her husband, earlier today.

I grab the whiskey out of the desk drawer and unscrew the cap. I take a hearty gulp of the fiery liquid, enjoying the burn that slides all the way down my throat. My cock had just been buried inside of one of the waitress's throats. So now I feel like even more of a dick because I can tell she likes me but I'm not really that into her. We've slept together a few times, even more so now that Rae's been home, but it was never really satisfying.

There's only one mouth that I truly want satisfying me, only one pair of lips wrapped around me. There's only one woman I want to be buried inside right now, so deep, just like I used to be. I want her to scream my name. But besides being sexual with her I just want to hold her. I want her head on my chest as she sleeps, her hair fanned across me. I just want Rae.

As if on cue the door to the office opens and Rae appears. She walks in, well stumbles really, until she's standing in front of me. She eyes the bottle in my hands and then eyes me. She doesn't say anything as she pulls up one of the chairs to the space across from me. She holds out a hand to me, reaching for the bottle, not saying a word.

"You want some?" She nods and I hand the bottle over to her. "So, why are you here, Rae? I'm sure this is the last place your husband wants you to be." She takes a giant swig, waits two seconds, then takes another.

"You have no idea how much of a fucking understatement that is." Her words are already slurred, meaning she's clearly already had quite a few drinks already. "He's so furious at me for kissing you back and going out with you." She hands the bottle back and I take a sip.

So, she did tell him.

"I was wondering about that."

She shrugs. "I felt so guilty after Liam and I had uh-"

"Spare me, Rae." I hold up a hand and roll my eyes. "You were rocking that sex hair of yours and I knew exactly what the two of you had been doing." She nods. "Do you ever..." I shut my mouth and she quirks an eyebrow. "Never mind, I've had too much to drink." I mean, it's not necessarily a lie, but I really wanted to ask her if she ever thinks about me while they fuck but that'd be such a fucked-up question to ask.

"No, what is it?" She takes another hearty gulp of whiskey.

"It's nothing, Rae." She rolls her eyes. "Really, it's nothing."

"Bullshit." She hiccups. "I call bullshit."

"You ever going to tell me why you're here?" I ask her, trying to change the subject.

"We got into a fight and I went over to Lou's place. I called an Uber and ended up here because I'm fucking trashed and didn't know where else to go." She shrugs and takes another sip. "Probably the worst fucking place to go but hey, here I am."

"Where's Jamie?"

"With his father." She takes a giant gulp. "Well, kind of, Liam fell asleep and Rhys and Lindsay said they'd watch him. Apparently, I looked like a hot fucking mess according to Lindsay and could probably use some me time. Whatever the fuck that means."

"You might want to slow it down, Rae. If you've already been drinking taking any more swigs of that will have you in the toilet."

"Why did I come home? I should've never come back." She said, disregarding what I'd just said and taking another gulp. "I should've just stayed in London, been a good wife, be the kind of wife Liam wants me to be." I don't say anything I just listen. I think all she wants to do is drunk-rant. "I come back here and you find me, then I find you. We find each other, just like we always do. It's like fucking kismet. And let's not even start with how much Jamie likes you. He won't stop talking about you. It's driving Liam crazy. It's driving me crazy because I can't stop thinking about you either and knowing my son basically fucking adores you makes it that much fucking worse." She takes a breath and then a drink. "Fuck, I'm starting to really feel this." She laughs, "Thank god for that."

"Rae, you've drank almost half the liter. Once that kicks all the way in you're going to be beyond fucked-up." I let out a long sigh as I hold out my hand to her. "Hand it over."

"Fine." She takes another big gulp of liquid and then hiccups. "Why do I still love you?" I think my heart just stopped the moment she uttered those words. The liquor has definitely set way in or else there's no way she would've said that. She looks up at me, "can you explain that to me? Can you explain why after all these years I still want to be with you. I still love you, still want to make love to you."

"Rae, please don't do this." My heart can't handle it because I'm no where near as drunk as she is.

"Do what?" She sits back in her seat, eyes fluttering. "Tell you I still think about you. Since I've been back I can't stop thinking about you. That the other night just feeling you rub against me, me rubbing against you was enough for me to..." She doesn't continue but I knew what she was about to say. Just dancing together, being in that close of proximity with one another had made her cum.

I fucking knew it.

"Rae, you're making me..." I don't know what to say because she's making me a lot of things right now, including horny. So fucking horny. But she's drunk, not thinking clearly, so I need to forget those feelings.

Rae stands up and walks around the desk until she's standing beside me. She pushes the chair I'm in backward and then climbs on top of my lap, straddling me. She doesn't say anything as she leans down and kisses me. She tests my lips slowly and I respond in the same manner. It's tentative and slow. It's sensual and everything I'd missed for so long. I'd longed for her for what seems like forever.

"Seth, I've missed you so much." She said when she'd leaned back, away from my lips. "I want you so bad."

"Rae, you know that can't happen." Her hands go to the hem of my shirt, lifting it up. "Rae, we can't do this, you know that."

"But we can." Her hands glide over my abdomen. "I've missed feeling your skin."

"You've had a lot to drink, baby. You've had too much to dr-" Her lips claim mine again. They're so soft and loving, I just want to ravish them. I want to ravish her, give myself to her relentlessly but I can't. She's too far gone and although a part of me wants to bury myself in her, I can't do that to her when she's like this. But if she were completely sober saying these words I would do so undoubtedly.

No, I wouldn't even think twice about making the sweetest most passionate love of my entire life to her if she were saying this without the influence of alcohol. I would give her everything. I'd give her it all. Every single last cell of my existence I'd give to her if she'd just come back to me.

But this isn't really what she wants. No, she's just had too much to drink.