Sleeping With My Ex Novels & Stories

But the Revenge we will take on her ex will fix it for sure. I changed my cloth and fell on my bed; within a few minutes, I was in a deep sleep.

She wouldn't have announced to a room full of people that I was the greatest fuck of her life if she didn't mean it. I can give her a fire that bastard Orrick couldn't even dream of lighting. She’s already admitted it with every breathless moan she’s let out against my skin, and she proves it every time my hands roam over that sexy, curved body of hers. And if she’s still hung up on Tee, my crazy-as-hell ex, she needs to listen: I already told her we’re done. Sleeping together during that break was a "messy mess," yeah, but it wasn't a mistake. Nothing involving her could ever be a mistake. The only reason it was messy was because Tee and I were still in the middle of tearing each other apar

My hand glided across his chest as I held his gaze. “This is what I missed the most…sleeping with you. That was the hardest part about losing you…sleeping in that big bed alone.” I stared at his chest as I remembered the nights I’d cried myself to sleep.

“ By that you mean he is pursuing you .” I nodded “ Yes . You are spot on .” “I know that.” “ Then tell me something you don’t know .” “ I don’t know if we can go back to how things were before I had sex publicly with my ex.” “ I have cried enough and we need to move on from what happened .” “Can we start over ?” “ I don’t know.” “ What do you mean you don’t know?” “We are waking up in our bed that we haven’t slept in properly since we got married .”

"You can check it out." She brought out he phone and snapped it. "Snap." She urged. "Okay." He stood up to get his phone which was on the dinning table. He took a shot. "There" "Good." She returned the original photo inside her bag. "Tell me what you find." She said moving closer to him and resting her head on his shoulder. "Uhmmm... To can't sleep on me... Don't sleep on me..." He warned but she had already drifted off. "Oh, you can." He sighed.

Every moment came rushing back, the way he touched and handled me only made the tears fall harder. And now she still wanted us to do more!? “No, I’m not doing that again,” I whispered to myself. “Never, not again.” I splashed water on my face repeatedly, trying to calm down. All I could hear her saying from outside was that she didn't mean it ,but I didn’t respond. By the time the sun disappeared and darkness swallowed the day, it was time to leave for the club again. I hadn’t slept well. I hadn’t rested at all. But survival doesn’t care about exhaustion.

"I've always wanted to spend time with any of my exes. Turns out you're the only one" "So you want to bond with your ex? ", she said "No. I already bonded with my ex ". "So you're trying out other women". "None of them is as good as you". "Have you tried any of them in bed? " "Emily". God, that was extreme. "I'm sorry, I just... ". "I shouldn't have talked about exes". "You made me feel as I couldn't meet with other people because... ". "Don't mind me. I believe you can leave any man awestruck. I haven't even recovered yet".

I couldn't hold the moans back, as my eyes rolled. She laid her hand on my chest and the other behind me. God, I grabbed her waist, gently assisting her as she went up and down on me. Again, she squirted on me and I came—right inside her. We went from fucking heart-to-heart to dressing so we could leave the gym. “When will you finally tell me what's between you and Sophia?" She asked on our way home. Again. The second time. My heart raced. I didn't know the words to put together.

Bummer. I woke up the next day on a couch that wasn't mine. I looked around and saw pictures of Stefan with his, I believe family. I searched for him and after opening 4 bedrooms, I found him. He was sleeping and lightly snoring. I chuckled. I walked to his bed and got in it and snuggled to him. I love to snuggle. My ex never wanted to snuggle. I'm kind of glad he cheated on me. "This is nice." He said in a sleepy voice.

Every slide of the silk brushed against the places he’d kissed, touched, and completely claimed. The library was quiet now, sunlight cutting through the high windows in thin beams. I glanced back at him, sprawled on the leather couch, still asleep. His crisp white shirt was discarded on the floor, and the blanket I’d haphazardly thrown over him barely covered his broad, sculpted chest. God, what had I done? My stomach twisted with shame. Did I just sleep with a stranger? I should regret last night. I should feel guilty. I should feel dirty.