Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim ― EMIL CIORAN

Alex felt all of it and was floored by his own response and instantaneous erection. He'd never experienced anything like… that night, ever again.

Except last night.

That had been a fluke.

Hadn't it?

He realized how wrong he'd been. There had been so many after her. Alex had tried and failed to fuck her memory from his mind and his senses. He understood only now how spectacularly he'd failed.

He'd unfailingly always chosen blonde, fair-skinned girls with insipid attitudes that had the IQ of a flea. Not comprehending until now, who he had tried to compulsively forget. Even if his subconscious had tried to find some part of her when he'd found his release in those women. But now as he touched her and drew her in, all the others that were...faded away like mist in the wind. 

He ran his fingertips along her jawline and cupped her face with one hand as he pushed his body into her against the desk. Her hands traveled from his forearms to rest on his shoulders and her light, warm touch made him hungry for more. Angling his head, he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips. She let out a moan that thrilled him even as it pained him something fierce somewhere in his chest. He thrust his hips to fit the warm cavern between her legs at the same time his tongue swirled in her mouth.

She tasted so unbearably sweet and smelled like a meadow in spring… of crushed wildflowers and sugary spiced treats.

So fucking delicious.

Her instinctive responsiveness and the way she bucked under his arms when he sucked her tongue drove him insane. He forgot all sense of time and space. Running his fingers down the length of her body, he molded and shaped it to relearn her dips and curves. His senses fueled as they superimposed an image of the unforgettable sixteen-year-old girl's body he had once known on the Catrina of today. Her beautiful, flawless figure had matured into a lush, siren's body.

Breaking the kiss, he breathed in her erotic scent to place open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive area of where her neck met her shoulders. He lightly bit on the soft skin and blew on it to soothe the hurt. He knew that drove her crazy as she mewled and twitched restlessly beneath his hands rubbing her body all over his.

"Kiss me, Catriona."

She pushed her fingers in his hair and offered her lips to him. He bent to close the distance between their mouths and his hand inched her tight skirt over her thighs. But at the last moment, Cat turned her head and playfully bit on his left ear. Alex growled and pressed himself more firmly into her.

"So little kitty Cat wants to play?"

Alex fisted Cat's darkly luscious hair that were already halfway down. Pulling roughly on it as he used it to control her movements Alex bit her full lower lip. Cat moaned and rotated her hips seeking relief as Alex's thigh slid in between her legs. He switched tactics to then tenderly sip at her swollen lips as if paying homage to his only salvation.

"Mr. Knight, call for you on Line One. Ms. Sierra says it's urgent."

They both sprang apart as Claire's disembodied voice echoed over their rapid heartbeats and harsh pants, "What the hell?" Cat hissed confused.

Alex realized just where he was as both their eyes traveled from the phone on his desk to each other. She looked so well-lo…kissed that he wanted to ignore reality just for a moment more. To have her gasping and moaning.

Back in his arms.

But Cat looked at him with such adorable confusion and buried sadness, it made Alex want to wipe that lost look from her face forever. For that alone, he pulled away to give them more breathing room. The silence that stretched after the sounds of passion that had just reverberated in the room was deafening.

"Catriona… I…"

"That should never have happened."

It shouldn't have mattered, but it still cut him.

Just a little.

"I'll just leave you to your call then," Cat said calmly with a blank expression. As if nothing had happened. She then burst into a veritable flurry of activity as she adjusted her clothes, fixed her hair as much as she could, and turned around to go.

He stepped away from her to pick up the phone. But before she slipped out he whispered in a menacing promise, "It's not over between us yet."