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Mila knew it. She knew that Gunner wasn't going to fuck his boss, and yet —

"You aren't?" she said haughtingly, eyes flashing in a daring look. "You could've fooled me, with the way that you were eye-fucking her."

[break][break] And not her in her dress. Mila had spent forever on her outfit, giddy with a feeling that she refused to name, as she got all the preparations ready for the party. It was the first time since taking over Primarina that she would be showcasing her outfits.

[break][break] And yet he had taken the time, instead, to fawn over some bitch in a red dress, taken the time to give her drinks, taken the time to ignore Mila.

[break][break] But he wasn't ignoring her now.

[break][break] Gunner had reached over and advanced forward, closing in on her space, with little disregard for anything else. Mila hated the traitorous turn of her heart, or the sudden spike of lust she felt the sight of Gunner Graves's furious face above her own, jaw clenched as he released a deep growl that went straight to her gut.

[break][break] It was that, and the fact that he'd said he wanted her — and all to himself.

[break][break] Fuck.

[break][break] "I wasn't flirting with him!" she said hotly, ignoring the way that his compliment made her cheeks flush. 'He thinks I look hot?' "He's just - he's just a friend, Gunner!"

[break][break] "A client!"

[break][break] He grabbed her wrist and she knew she could rip away from him, to stalk away and follow those partygoers into the hall where paxton concordas probably was. She didn't have to deal with this, she didn't have to deal with him.

[break][break] But his furious gaze only propelled her own, catching like wildfire in her eyes.

[break][break] "Fuck you," she growled. "Fuck you for ever thinking that I would do something like that, after what I told you on your birthday."

[break][break] She's promised him that she wouldn't see Paxton anymore, at least, not like that. And though Mila had a history of breaking promises, she was trying to do better by it — do better by him.

[break][break] Instead of pulling away from him, she found herself pushing against him. The champagne glass slipped from her hand and into the floor, grabbing his tie and attempted to pull her down to him.

[break][break] "Plus," she hissed. "You're one to talk. I saw the way that she was looking at you. She wants to fuck you. You're telling me that you're not going to let her?"

[break][break] Bitterly, Mila still remembered the way that AmiGo had ruined their entire summer. Something between them that had once bloomed with warmth when he'd come back from that dream of his had quickly turned nasty when both started to revert to their old habits.

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Her hand tightened around the fabric of his tie, enough to tug him down towards her but not enough to choke.

[break][break] But maybe he deserved it. Maybe she did want to choke him, just a little bit.

[break][break] She glared at him, staring furiously at his stupid, handsome face. His stupid, chiseled jawline. His stupid, attractive face in her perfect suit, the one that she had worked hours on and accidentally pinpricked her fingers for.

[break][break] Gunner didn't seem intimidated by her, he never was, and she hate-loved that about him. He didn't care that she was furious, enraged, ready and willing to bite him at the slightly provocation — didn't care that she hated this, hated him.

[break][break] But she didn't hate him, not really.

[break][break] "I don't care about anyone else at this stupid fucking party except you."

[break][break] Gunner Graves growled in a way that was like distant thunder. Eyes locking with his, she felt a wave of desire sweep through her. As she stared back at him, Mila could only think about one thing. She wanted to get lost in that storm, for Gunner to swallow her whole.

[break][break] The hand that was grasped around his tie tugged sharply downwards, lips pressing demandingly against his.

[break][break] Mila's kiss was everything that words wouldn't allow her to say, every emotion she felt that night pouring through. Her anger, her jealousy, her hatred of the way that he'd let some other woman look at him. Her tongue slid easily between parted lips, greedy in the same way that his hands were possessive as he stroked and squeezed her.

[break][break] "You're mine," she growled, her hand sliding up to the knot of his tie to tighten it as her teeth sank down onto his bottom lip so that it would bleed.

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"Gunner!"

[break][break] Mila gasped, letting out a moan as he lifted her onto the table effortlessly, sliding back whatever silverware had been left on the table. Forks and spoons crashed to the floor in a clatter, moaning as his hands slid between her thighs. One of her legs hooked around the side of his thigh, heel pressing sharply against his behind in an effort to pull him closer, as close as she possibly could.

[break][break] She melted into each of his scalding hot kisses and threw her head back, letting out a moan as his hands slid roughly between her thighs, against milky smooth skin. Heat and desire spiked through her as he forcibly grabbed the back of her hair and growled lowly, staking his claim on her — calling her his in a way that made her head spin.

[break][break] "Gunner - you - "

[break][break] She clawed desperately against him, with a fervent need to pull him closer and closer. A hand expertly ripped away the fabric of his suit and unbuckled his belt, pulling his shirt up from his waist before her hand plunged into his pants.

[break][break] "Gunner, I need you. Now."

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When he eased himself in, she gasped. Mila could not help the moan that ripped from her throat either, the one that always did whenever they were together like this, because it was the only thing between them that ever felt so right. So complete.

[break][break] "Only you," she agreed as he began, her head thrown back as pleasure and desire ripped through her like a tempest. "No one else is like you."

[break][break] God, it felt so good. Gunner always knew how to push her buttons. Mila's voice came out like a broken symphony, her voice muffled as she leaned forward and bit his shoulder, trying to hold back her feelings.

[break][break] No matter how many times she tried to free herself, she knew she couldn't. Years could pass and all she would ever think about was Gunner Graves, the way that he held her, the way that he looked at her. She would always feel the way his growl summoned something deep inside her that was unawakened, unborne, until the moment that she met him.

[break][break] "I," she said, breathless as her hands gripped his shoulders for support. "I thought about you when I was away."

[break][break] "Every day."

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[break] Sounds of delight and pleasure filled the air between them, without care for the space behind them. Just as Gunner Graves had said moments before, Mila didn't care about anyone at this stupid fucking party except him.

[break][break] Just Gunner, and his hands on her, her body pressed against his and the feeling of his breath murmured hotly in her ear.

[break][break] Her fingers scrabbled for purchase as she was lifted effortlessly up by him and then pushed up against a nearby wall. Her legs hooked around his securely, pushing back with every gasp, moan and grunt that she was able to secure from him in turn. Fingers scraped against his back as she tugged her to him, her face burrowed in the skin of his neck.

[break][break] She scraped her teeth against his neck, licking the salty-sweetness off his skin, which was only made more pleasurable by the feeling of his hips slamming into hers. Pouring each and every one of his emotions into hers with reckless abandon. She and Gunner had never been good at talking to each other — but this was their language of love.

[break][break] As he groaned with pleasure, his ectacy triggers hers in turn and Mila trembled against him, fingers digging into shoulder blades as she recovered from the stars that danced in her vision. But rather than untangle herself from their embrace, she only pressed tighter to him. Their hearts echoed like thunderbeats against the clinking of champagne glass and laughter behind them. But it was all muffled — everything was muffled when she looked at Gunner Graves.

[break][break] "You won't," she murmured, hands sliding against his cheeks and the reddened skin that was there. Fingers pushed into his cheekbones, her eyes full of something that she couldn't quite name. "You have me."

[break][break] Mila could've pulled away just then. Now that their tryst was over, they could return to the thing that they always were.

[break][break] But instead —

[break][break] "I —" she started instead, voice breathless. "I was scared."

[break][break] Not about today. Not even about yesterday, or the day at the berry picking farm.

[break][break] "You had left, left me, and then there was that press conference on TV. They were coming back, coming back to get me, and you didn't pick up your phone and I freaked out. You were gone and it was just me, and I thought - "

[break][break] She swallowed thickly.

[break][break] "I couldn't do it, Gunner," she whispered.

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[break] 'I'm sorry.'

[break][break] Words that she thought she would never hear, especially from the likes of Gunner Graves.

[break][break] Maybe it was the way that he had said it, or the way that she'd felt in that moment — so intensely vulnerable from their moment of intimacy, so weak to his whims. Or maybe it was just the way that Gunner had said it at all, something that she had had long since convinced herself would never happen.

[break][break] 'There's no way that he would forgive you, after what you did to him.'

[break][break] 'You hurt him.'

[break][break] 'You hurt him just like he hurt you.'

[break][break] Her eyes felt wet even as Gunner kissed her tears away, her tongue feeling suddenly thick in her throat. Her fingers curved against his shoulders, nails digging into his bruised skin.

[break][break] It was a vulnerability that lasted but a moment, though. Because not all good things could last, and he was soon pulling away from her, lending her trembling legs down to the ground. When she was cleaned up, she shimmied her way back into her clothing, only hesitating when he pressed a palm to her cheek. It felt warm.

[break][break] "I know," she said, her voice hoarse. "I know it was, and it —"

[break][break] It didn't matter. It hadn't mattered then — why he was gone, or when he would come back. Mei Liu had already tried to convince her of it, to remind her of it.

[break][break] But Gunner Graves wasn't the first person who left her, and he certainly wouldn't be the last.

[break][break] Still, when his strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her to his chest, she couldn't help herself. Hands tangled in his shirt as she pressed herself against him, comforting herself by the warmth of his body against hers.

[break][break] "It's not your fault," she said finally. "It's not your fault I'm so fucked up, Gunner."

[break][break] It was hers.

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