Chapter 6: One Last Time

Sandra leaned back in her chair, swirling the remains of her coffee as I stared at her, letting the weight of the deal settle in.

"Sixty-five, thirty-five?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She smirked. "Of course. I found the client, set up the deal, took the risk. It's only fair."

I exhaled, shaking my head. "Always the businesswoman."

She chuckled. "Always."

We sat there for a while, catching up. Talking about the past. The times we had spent together, the things we had done.

And as we talked, something shifted.

I watched her lips move, the way her eyes darkened whenever she smirked. The way she absentmindedly bit her lower lip when she was deep in thought.

It hit me all at once.

I wanted her again.

Maybe for the last time.

I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice. "You know… I've missed you."

Sandra arched an eyebrow, her smirk deepening. "Missed me? Or missed this?" She ran a manicured finger down her thigh.

I chuckled. "Both."

She tilted her head, pretending to think. "Well, I have been wondering something."

"What's that?"

She leaned closer, her breath warm against my skin. "If your dick is still as good as I remember."

I grinned. "Why don't we find out?"

Her eyes flashed with excitement. "You don't have to tell me twice."

She stood up abruptly, grabbing my wrist. "Washroom. Now."

The café bathroom was small but private enough.

The moment the door locked behind us, Sandra dropped to her knees, her fingers already unbuttoning my pants.

"Damn," she whispered as she freed me, licking her lips. "Still perfect."

And then her mouth was on me.

Her head game was just as good as I remembered deep, sloppy, and eager. She moaned as she sucked, like she was savoring every inch. My hand tangled in her hair, guiding her, controlling the rhythm.

"Still a pro," I groaned.

Sandra smirked against me, then took me even deeper, making my head hit the wall.

I had enough.

I pulled her up, turned her around, and bent her over the sink. She gasped, gripping the edge.

"No time to play, huh?" she teased.

I didn't answer. I just slid her panties down and pushed inside her.

She let out a sharp moan, her nails scraping against the sink.

"Fuck, Frank…."

I gripped her waist and drove into her hard.

She was tight, warm, just like I remembered. And she was loud moaning, gasping, biting her lip to keep from screaming. But I wanted her loud.

I grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back as I slammed into her over and over.

"Still love this dick, huh?" I whispered against her ear.

"Y-yes!" she moaned. "So fucking much, don't stop!"

I didn't.

She was a mess beneath me, her body trembling, her moans turning into screams.

And when she finally came, her legs nearly gave out.

I held her up, still thrusting, still wanting more.

I wasn't done.

"Hotel," I muttered, breathing heavily.

Sandra shivered. "Yes. Yes, let's go."

The moment we got to the hotel room, the door barely clicked shut before our clothes were off.

Sandra pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me, straddling my lap.

She grabbed my dick, sliding it between her wet folds, teasing herself before sinking down on me.

I groaned, gripping her hips. "Fuck, Sandra.."

She rolled her hips, her breasts bouncing as she rode me, her movements slow, controlled. A pro at work.

But I wasn't going to let her have control for long.

I grabbed her wrists, flipped her onto her back, and pinned her down.

She gasped. "Oh, you wanna take charge?"

I smirked. "Always."

I slid inside her again, watching her mouth drop open, her eyes flutter shut. Then I fucked her.

Every thrust had her screaming, her legs wrapping around me, her nails digging into my back.

"Frank—fuck—I'm—"

She came hard, her body tightening around me, but I didn't stop.

I kept going.

For hours.

By the time we collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, Sandra was breathless, her skin glistening with sweat.

I smirked, staring at the ceiling. "Still think I lost my touch?"

She giggled sleepily. "Not even a little."

Minutes later, I passed out.

When I woke up, the bed was empty.

Sandra was gone.

I frowned, glancing at the nightstand. A small note sat there, folded neatly.

I picked it up, my eyes scanning the words.

"I wish I could marry and own you for myself. But you were never meant to belong to just one woman. Until next time, lover."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Classic Sandra."

I got dressed, left the hotel, and made my way back to my dorm.

But just as I reached the hallway..

Kira.

She was walking past my door, her long legs moving effortlessly, her face unreadable as always.

I smirked. "Hey."

She glanced at me. "Hey."

Then she walked away.

I frowned, watching her go.

Tried to stop her. "Wait"

She ignored me.

Didn't even look back.

My smirk faded.

Kira was different. Unlike Sandra, unlike Angela, unlike any woman I'd ever met.

And for the first time in a long time

I wasn't in control.

And that?

That made me want her even more.