You slipped into your house, slipping off your shoes with a deep sigh. You’d been run off your feet at work, and all you wanted to do now was lay down on the couch and snuggle with your boyfriend. Topper had texted earlier that he’d meet you there, and his truck out front confirmed he’d beaten you there.

You pad into the living room, seeing him laying on the couch with a pillow over his face. He must have fallen asleep waiting for you. With a small smile, you drop onto the couch, laying your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you, and you sink further into his embrace.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away from me” you pull back in surprise at the deep voice. That’s not Topper. You yank the pillow off to reveal your ex Rafe smirking up at you.

“What are you doing? Topper’s truck was out front..what the hell, Rafe?” You smack him on the chest, still trying to compute what’s going on.

“Borrowed his truck” he replies, like that answers your questions. His arm still wrapped around your waist yanked you back down against him.

His mouth latched onto your neck, teeth and tongue moving over the spot that he knew would have you arching into him. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you closer. All you could do was bite your lip and let out a quiet gasp.

He’s cocky. Arrogant. But god damn it, he knew how to push your buttons. He knew how to make you come undone, and he wasn’t going to stop. One arm stayed banded around your waist, keeping you anchored to him. His mouth moved up to your ear again.

“You missed me, didn’t you?”

“You’re so pigheaded” you protest weakly. Damn him, he was too good at making you weak in the knees.

He chuckles against your skin, his hand moving up and down your side. His ego was swelling- he was getting to you. He could feel it, how your body was betraying you. It was enough to stir the desire in him. His hand dropped lower, resting on your upper thigh. His touch was tender, but his grasp was firm.

“Not gonna answer me?” he nipped your earlobe, his fingers digging into your flush.