SHARON's POV
The house was too quiet.
Even the ticking clock on the wall sounded like it was waiting for something or someone.
I'd been pacing since noon, replaying our last conversation again and again, wondering if he'd come back angrier… or not at all.
Every sound outside made my heart jump, until finally I heard it, the low growl of his car pulling into the compound.
My breath caught.
I didn't even think; my feet were already moving. By the time the front door opened, I was there, waiting.
Ace stepped in, shadows of exhaustion under his eyes, his shirt slightly undone like he'd been fighting more than traffic.
For a second, he just stared at me, silent, unreadable.
"Are you…" I started, voice small. "Are you still angry..."
I didn't finish.
His hand came up, rough and certain, pulling me in. His lips crashed into mine, stealing the words right out of my mouth.
I gasped, fingers clutching his shirt. He tasted like heat and tension and everything I'd been afraid to ask for.
The kiss deepened, urgent and searching, almost desperate.
When I tried to speak again, he only pulled me closer, until the space between us disappeared completely.
His touch wasn't gentle; it was possession disguised as need. Every breath, every heartbeat tangled together in something that felt dangerously close to breaking.
I wanted to tell him he didn't have to apologize.
I wanted to tell him I wasn't going anywhere.
But words didn't fit between us anymore.
His lips trailed to my jaw, my pulse, and I felt myself unraveling, inch by inch until all I could do was hold on.
The world blurred... The ache, the fear, the questions, all drowned in the sound of his breathing against my skin.
When he finally lifted his head, his voice was low, rough.
"I can't lose you, Sharon."
And I believed him.
"Would you prove that to me right now?" I asked my pleasure speaking ahead of my brain
"What do you want Pookie" his eyes dancing from staring all over my body
"I want to be unable to walk properly, tomorrow"
His gaze was filled with amusement but he recovered quickly from it
" Okay Pookie"
With that he lifted me from the ground, now kissing me, walked towards the living room and set me down slowly on the couch, he removed his shirt and I bit my lips at the sight of his broad shoulder and chest.
"Uhh". I moaned hard, almost satisfied with the view
He bent towards me on the couch but his lips didn't come up to mine instead they went below and I felt his touch on my clitoris...
"Aah... Aec" I moaned out his name, his tongue against my pussy sent pleasure, wave signal's to my brain
His tongue played with every part of my pussy and it felt good, my hands steady just rubbing his dark hair.
The pace of his tongue started slow and teasing but after a while it fastened and my hips swayed with it's rhythm...
His tongue moved too fast, I felt I was going to pass out from pleasure until my body jerked from unmeasurable sweetness but his tongue still didn't stop...
"St...stop..." I managed to force the word out and pulled him back when I could not manage the pleasure anymore
He removed his belt and my hands automatically went to his rod, hard and long. I moaned at the feeling of how hard he was...
He dropped his pants down and his penis strucked straight at me... The looks in his eyes were void of mercy as he turned me hard, my face towards the couch and ass bent to him, then I felt him inserting...
"Gentle..." I almost cried feeling the hot sting again but this time he dragged my hair backwards...
"Last time, we made love... Now let's fuck"
He thrusted in deep and with force and I felt the sting again but somehow it gave me pleasure...
When it finally ended, I could only lie there, breathing him in, my head resting against his chest.
For a long moment, he didn't move.
Then, in that same low voice that both calmed and terrified me, he said quietly,
"Don't ever scare me like that again."
I just nodded, too tired to speak. As sleep began to pull me under, I felt his arms slide beneath me. He lifted me gently, carrying me upstairs. I instinctively curled closer to him, letting the warmth of his hold lull me the rest of the way into sleep.
The next morning, sunlight spilled across the room like a rude alarm clock. I groaned and yanked the blanket over my face. My body ached in all the right and wrong places, a physical reminder of last night's sins.
"Sharon," Ace's voice came soft but commanding.
"Mmm," I mumbled, curling tighter.
"Wake up."
"Ten more minutes," I muttered like a spoiled child.
Ace sighed, glancing at his wristwatch. "Then I'll call your office and let them know you're taking another day off... again."
My eyes shot open. "No! You wouldn't!"
He arched a brow, half-smirking. "Try me."
"Ugh, you're impossible." I flopped back dramatically, then peeked at him through my lashes. "Fine. But you'll have to carry me."
Ace's lips twitched. "You realize you're not five, right?"
"Don't care," I said, opening my arms like a toddler. "Carry me, mister."
He stared at me for a beat, amusement tugging at his features. Then, with a resigned chuckle, he leaned down and swept me into his arms effortlessly.
I giggled, looping my arms around his neck. "See? Was that so hard?"
"Remind me why I put up with you," he teased as he carried me toward the bathroom.
"Because I'm cute," I said smugly.
He stopped at the doorway. "Now, get down."
I tightened my grip. "No."
"Sharon."
"Nope."
He exhaled through his nose. Then, without warning, he stepped under the shower still fully dressed.
The cold water hit us both, and I shrieked, half laughing, half furious. "Ace! You're dressed for work!"
He looked down at his soaked shirt, then up at me with that maddeningly calm smile. "I can always dress again."
"You're insane!" I gasped, laughter spilling out despite myself.
"Mm. You bring it out of me."
My cheeks flamed, and I quickly slid down from his arms. "You're impossible."
"Learned from the best," he said, walking out, droplets trailing behind him.
Left alone, I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my damp hair, humming under my breath until my reflection stopped me.
A red mark peeked from my neck. Then another, fainter one near my collarbone.
My mouth fell open. "No, no, no…"
The brush clattered to the floor. "Not again, Ace!" I groaned, clutching my head.
As if on cue, my phone buzzed and I went out to check, a message from my friend Maxie
'You're going to work today, right? And please, no turtle necks ... it's 30 degrees!'
I swore softly, dashing to the bathroom again. "Turtle neck it is," I muttered.
Downstairs, Ace was already pouring coffee, fresh shirt crisp, tie in place, like he hadn't just stood under a freezing shower some minutes ago.
He glanced up at my frantic face. "Rough morning?"
I glared at him. "You left evidence."
He smirked. "Souvenir."
"Keep teasing, and I'll pour your coffee on your suit."
"Tempting offer," he said with a wink.
I froze for half a second, that tone again, then grabbed my bag and stormed off before he saw the blush that betrayed me.
"I'm dropping you off" he offered but I didn't want that...
"Noo"