The Bad Boy's Biggest Mistake(20)

She looked upon that night with happiness and sadness.

His hands moved around her waist, and Tristan pulled her against him. His face pressed against her neck as he thrust his pelvis against her ass. She felt his aroused state rubbing her ass.

“I’ve missed you. I know I shouldn’t, but I’ve missed you.”

He cupped her breasts in each of his palms, rubbing the tips with his fingers.

Vicki gasped. What more was she to do? Her body was on fire for what he could give her. Her traitorous body responded to Tristan even as she tried to fight the effects.

The thick length of his cock teased between her ass cheeks making her want so much more.

“Can you feel what you do to me?” he asked.

She nodded. Her words were useless. She wasn’t experienced enough to put her needs into actual words.

“Are you wet?”

Tristan didn’t give her chance to respond. He moved one hand down, pulling up the fabric of her skirt and then pressing his palm to her covered pussy. The cotton panties she wore were torn within seconds as his fingers skimmed through her silken folds.

“You’re dripping wet. This is my pussy.” He kept speaking even as he caressed her clit. The sounds of him playing with her echoed off the walls in his small office.

She cried out as he stroked her clit.

“You feel so fucking good in my arms. I’m going straight to hell for what I want to do to you.”

He pressed her against the desk. “Tell me you want this,” he said.

“Yes, I want this.” And she did. Vicki wanted everything Tristan was prepared to give her. Not a day went by when she wasn’t thinking about him in some way.

“Fuck, I need you. I’ve got to have you.”

Lifting up her dress, Tristan took charge. Within seconds the tip of his cock was pressing against her entrance. Their combined growls filled the air as he fucked her, long and hard against his desk.

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Vicki came out of the memory feeling flushed. Tristan may have ruined every moment they were together, but he’d waited to do it afterwards. Before and during sex he was perfect. She loved every second of being with him. From the moment he finished, another man took his place.

Turning to look at Tristan she started to ask him questions. If he was determined to stay in her life then she had a right to know his reasons for everything.





Chapter Seven



“Why did you push me away every time after we had sex?” Vicki asked. Tristan cursed and moved closer to her. Her hands were filled with shards of the mug Zoe had broken. Zoe had told him about the alcohol Vicki had been consuming lately. He didn’t like it and intended to put a stop to it.

Vicki wasn’t going to get rid of him. She wanted him and his love, and now she would get all of him.

“I pushed you away because I didn’t want to hurt you. I figured I could give your body what you needed but not let your heart get involved.”

Tears were filling her eyes. He saw the dampness of them and cursed again. Why did he have to be the person to hurt her? He hated it. For once he wanted to see happiness on her face and he be the cause.

“Your plan failed. All you ever did was hurt me and make me feel like shit.” She wiped at her eyes. “Fuck! Why am I always crying around you? I hate being like this with you. It’s not fair. I shouldn’t be feeling this way.”

He took her hand even when she pushed him away. Tristan held onto her hand. “I never expected to be right about everything. I thought what I was doing was for the best. I saw how much I was hurting you, but you kept coming back.”

And Vicki did. The harder he pushed the more she seemed to be around. He turned one way and she turned another, and they always ended up together.

Pulling her in close, Tristan stroked her cheek. Her darker blonde locks fell down her face in waves. “I swear to you, Vicki, I’m going to do everything in my power to protect and look after you. You’ll want for nothing. All I ask from you is you give me time to prove it to you. I promise I can be the man you need.”

“It sounds to me like you’re begging,” she said.

“I am begging. I don’t beg for anything, but I’m begging you. Give me a chance.”

Tristan saw she was close to giving in. Running his fingers down her stomach he stroked her delicate flesh. “When I heard you’d lost the baby I went home and cried.” When he’d found out about the baby and the missed opportunity he’d cried for a long time. There wasn’t a day gone by when he didn’t think about what their baby could have meant for them. “I’ve always wanted to be a father, Vicki.”

“Please, stop.”

“No.” He tilted her face up with a finger under her chin to gain her attention. “I’m not going to stop. Being married was the biggest mistake of my life. Kate means nothing to me. You mean the world to me.”