The irony couldn’t get any greater. After Harper read and then talked about her, it’s like she manifested Stacey here…in my office…forcing my heart to gallop out of control.

           Come on! She’s still undeniably one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. She has this wave to her body, and I’ll never forget how that wave ripples. Her slightly tanned and soft skin always made my cock stand every time she walked into the room. It’s the way that her body is just barely curvy but curvy enough to wrap my hands around and sink my teeth into.

Okay! Stop! I am in love with Harper, and Stacey is a thing of the past. But! The irony of Harper being terrified of her ever showing up, and within minutes, she’s here. It’s like Harper told her to come here. Or maybe I’ve manifested her to show up. I do think about her more than I should. And that’s something I shouldn’t be doing. Again! I am in love with Harper.

“It’s been four years, Stacey,” I say and clear the giant rolling knot in my throat. It’s a scratchy knot, and it enjoys sitting right where it doesn’t belong.

“It has been.” She smiles and walks into my office. Her beautiful blemish-free face looks younger now than it did four years ago. Her soft lips have always been fuller than other women, but not much…not much at all. It’s just enough to make her look beautiful, but not enough to let a man know she doesn’t fool around with surgeries to make herself look beautiful. She’s naturally beautiful. And her lips are the softest lips I’ve ever kissed.

There is something about the way a woman kisses me that drives me wild, and I will never forget that night I first kissed her. I was drunk and already getting fucked by other women, but when Stacey’s lips pressed against mine…my fucking cock wanted to blow off like a firework.

“Tell me.” She says softly, walking around the chair. “Have you missed me?”

I shake my head and swallow another growing knot. What the fuck is up with these knots? “What brings you back to town, Stacey?”

She smiles with amusement. “Oh, Noah. You’re blind. You and I still talk through messages, but you…never find out the details. Me and that thing I called my fiancé broke it off almost a month ago. I was staying with him up until two weeks ago when I came home.”

“Hold on,” I say with confusion. “You’ve been back for two weeks?”

  She nods, walking closer to me. She presses her elbows against my desk, leaning in and purposely revealing her round and very fucking attractive chest. “Yes, Noah. Two weeks. And somehow, I just heard about your breakup with Ivy. And then I also heard that happened almost two months ago, and you’ve fallen in love with someone?”

The attractive smell! She smells fucking edible. Like cherries and sugar. There is a citrus and playful perfume that alerts my nose that it’s time to feed…but Harper is not here to fill my urge, and I am NOT sleeping with Stacey. Jesus! Even her hair smells like she just showered a minute ago.

I was madly in love with Ivy, but Stacey was the first girl to ever make me question my love for Ivy. Stacey was also the first girl who made me start saying other women smell like cherries. I never thought cherries had a smell, but Stacey loved her fucking cherries…especially when I had her bent over…For fucks sake! Stop!

I nod while knowing Stacey was the only girl who had me wrapped around her finger. I mean, I was pissed that Ivy left me, but while in a relationship with Ivy, Stacey could make me make love to her before I’d fuck Ivy. Stacey almost caused Ivy and me to break up…but I had strong enough willpower.

“Yes, Stace. But I never called you because it all happened so fast. And you were engaged. I didn’t want to ruin your life for someone like me.”

“Someone like you?” She argues, her eyes gazing deep into mine with a narrowed and somewhat angered look. “Noah. You were my first love and in the most fucked up way possible. I couldn’t have you…Yet I had you. Make that shit make sense. Then my therapist says that I should consider blocking you on my phone and whatever I do, stay away from you because it sounds to him like if I ever had another shot with you, it’d go wrong.”

I exhale a nervous breath and rub the back of my neck. “Your therapist is wrong. And it wasn’t my fault Ivy up and left, and then someone swooped in to save me. It’s…”

“You’re nervous, Noah.” She says and gestures her head toward my hand while it runs along the back of my neck. “You rub the back of your neck aggressively when you’re nervous. Why are you nervous?”

“That’s a dumb question,” I argue softly. “You know me. I don’t get nervous. But you are inches away from my face and questioning me like a detective. I have a girlfriend whom it took forever for me to convince to be my girlfriend, but your therapist is wrong. You and I have been friends for years after our…whatever you call it.”

“You can’t technically call it a relationship.” She argues, growing angrier. “Although you were fucking me upwards of three times a day sometimes then you’d go a week without even speaking to me. Then you’d stay at my house acting like a husband for a week. And this shit happened for a while, Noah. I’m lucky I am a strong fucking woman. Other women would have cracked, lost their shit, and either murdered you or themselves. I have goals in life, and that kept me going. You kept me going by promising if you two ever split up…”

“You were engaged, Stacey!” I argue while the smell of her body and the vibrations of her lips have me growing wild inside. “I couldn’t come to you because you were engaged, and I wasn’t taking that life away from you.”

“You fucking should have, Noah!” She snaps, slamming her hands on the table. I haven’t had a dick in me in years. And it’s fucked up because I could. It’s not like I’m fucking tight anymore. I use a dildo and allow my man…or ex now, to pleasure me with his mouth and hands. I don’t know why the fuck I wasn’t allowing him to fuck me. You turned me into that fucking sex fiend. I guess a part of me always thought if I waited a few years, it wouldn’t be too bad. And Jesus was I wrong.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” I say softly and lower my head, uncertain of what to say to her.

“You fucking should be.” She argues, and I realize how much closer she’s gotten to my face after slamming her hands down. “You need to let that poor girl know you won’t be permanent with her. Or at least explain to her that you can be faithful, but you will cheat. Better yet, you need to just end it with her now. Tell her you don’t love her, and you can’t do this with her.”

I scoff with amusement. “Why the hell would I do that? I’m in love with her. I’ll never do that to her.”

“You were in love with Ivy.” She argues. “Yet after Ivy finally told you to end your open relationship, what did you do?”

I lean in, not physically able to get any closer to her face. “I will never cheat on Harper. She’s a good person, unlike Ivy.”

“What did you do after Ivy told you to stop sleeping with me?”

My hands are slightly shaky, and my heart is pounding fucking hard because I can feel the vibration of her lips on mine and I’m not trying to kiss her.

“It doesn’t matter now,” I argue. “That part of my life is over.”

“You will never be faithful to one girl.” She smiles, exhaling an inviting breath. It fucking smells like mint and cherries combined. “Unless it’s me. And I think you and I both know that. For as long as I live, your heart belongs to me. And for as long as I am around, your cock belongs to me.”

“It doesn’t,” I say softly, fighting to urge that she has over me.

She tilts her head the slightest bit, teasing me with the vibration of her lips, pretending to kiss mine yet staying off them. “No?” She questions and gently gestures her head down between my legs. “You haven’t even kissed these lips that you are obsessed with, and your cock is rock hard. Maybe get some pants that can’t reveal the outline of it.”

I look down and she’s fucking right. I am hard as hell. And she’s also right again. Neither Ivy nor Harper has lips like Stacey. I don’t know what the fuck it is, but her soft and full lips can drive my cock into overdrive, and I cannot stop.

She scoffs with a wide smile. “And to think. My lips never once touched your cock. I was always innocent. I was the only girl you weren’t allowed to do any BDSM with. And now I’m fully grown after years of fucking you and then years without sex. And my lips would love to touch your cock.”

I exhale a shaky breath. “Did you give head to your fiancé?” Why the fuck did I ask that question?

She nods, her warm and inviting breath creating a deeper hunger inside of me. “All the fucking time. He hated that I wouldn’t fuck him. He knew I had experience…a lot of experience with sex. He tried so hard to get into my pussy. So, one day, against my better judgment, I decided to slide my mouth on his cock and let him cum all over my fucking face.”

Jesus Christ! This woman is going to make me fucking cum just by telling her story. None of this is okay.

She pulls back and stands up. Her deep and seductive eyes make it obvious she wants to sexually attack me. She’s still in love with me and I think she always will be.

Our hearts collide like no other and that’s a fucking problem. The way our eyes connect is a fucking problem.

“Well,” She says and steps back. “I have to go. It’s nice knowing you’re no longer married. But since you were quick to jump onto someone else. I better continue with my life. I had more to say, but I’m not going to say it. So, goodbye, Noah.”

“Wait,” I say and quickly stand up.

She smiles with amusement, and the expression on her face screams ‘I have you’.

“What, Noah?”

I’m lost for words. She’s… She’s Stacey and she’s here. And Harper is going to be here any moment. What the fuck am I doing?