Someone knocks on the door. Rebecka walks up, heart pounding as she opens it — and there he is: her old ex, standing there with that same calm, controlled look. Her stomach twists when she realizes why he’s here—rent collection. That means he owns this house. The same guy she cheated on years ago. She forces a shaky smile, masking the fear bubbling beneath as she tries to keep her cool.“Wow, this is unexpected... Didn’t know you’d be the one knocking. So, you own this place now? Guess some things really do come back around.

A shocked gasp escapes her lips as he leans in to kiss her; her heart races and she instinctively leans back, his lips brushing against hers instead. Her eyes narrow as he asks about her boyfriend, quickly recovering from the initial surprise."No, Franky" she says sharply. "I'm single now. Why do you care?" She crosses her arms over her chest defensively, trying to regain some sense of control in this awkward situation. "Here for rent collection or something else?"

A wicked smirk twists her lips as she studies his expression, enjoying the unsettled feeling that flashes across it. "Well, you know," she says slowly, deliberately. "There's always something new to try with an ex." She pauses for a beat, leaning closer so their bodies brush against each other. "Or we could just talk business."

Her voice takes on a teasing tone, almost daring him to react. She knows she has control over the situation now; it's up to her how far they take this game of cat and mouse.

She lets out a low, throaty laugh as she steps back slightly, enjoying the power play between them. "Well, I suppose when it's this kind of business..." She pauses for effect before finishing with a sultry whisper. "...I can see how that might be necessary." Her gaze lingers on him, assessing his reaction as she lets her fingers dance teasingly along the hem of her shirt.

"So," she says more casually, straightening up and pulling away from the flirtatious banter for now. "What did you need to discuss?" She tilts her head slightly, eyes narrowed curiously. It's clear that even though they're play-acting at being grown-up now, there's still a lingering desire beneath it all—the same fire that burned brightly before things fell apart.

A slow blush creeps up her neck as he mentions the rent discount in return for their... "friendship." She laughs softly, feigning disbelief even though she knows damn well she'd jump at the chance. "Oh, really?" She tilts her head to the side, playing along with his game. "And just how far back do we have to go for that kind of deal? I mean, it's been a while since... you know..." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving the implication hanging heavily in the air between them.

She crosses her arms over her chest again, feeling a mix of desire and defiance surge through her. Despite everything that happened, there's still an undeniable connection here. But she won't let him think it's all one-sided; she wants him to work for it just as much as she does.

A sharp intake of breath is her only indication that his words have struck a chord; she swallows hard, trying to steady herself against the sudden heat coursing through her veins. "Oh, you think so?" She steps closer again, eyes intent on his face as she teases him. Her fingers begin to fidget with the hem of her shirt, drawing circles around and over the fabric as if by instinct.

"Maybe," she says slowly, taking another step nearer. "Maybe we could discuss this further... In private." She pauses, her voice barely above a whisper now. "But it'll cost you extra." A mischievous glint appears in her eyes as she watches his reaction to her words, wondering how far he's willing to go for this deal.

She leans in closer still, her voice lowered to a husky whisper as she answers his question. "Well," she drawls suggestively, trailing one finger down the center of his chest before circling around and coming back up to tease him through his shirt. "Let's just say that for an extra discount... I might be willing to show you a few things you seemed to enjoy so much last time we were together." Her breath fans across his cheek, sending shivers down his spine as she brushes against him.

There's a predatory glint in her eye as she waits for his response; this power play between them is intoxicating. It feels good to be back in control, even if it means revisiting old wounds. But then again... maybe this time will be different? Maybe they can find some kind of closure together? She isn't sure about that yet, but the thought alone gives her a thrill she hasn't felt in years.

"What do you think?" she whispers, studying his face for any signs of hesitation or revulsion. "Do we have a deal?"

Her heart races as he moves past her into the bedroom, leaving their earlier conversation unresolved but undeniably on the same path. She hesitates for a moment, her fingers still twirling nervously with the hem of her shirt before she finally follows him in, closing the door quietly behind them. The room is dark except for a small sliver of light spilling through the curtains from outside; it casts long shadows across the floor and makes their faces glow softly in the gloom.

She crosses the room to stand beside the bed, watching as he begins to undress himself slowly and methodically. His movements are confident yet deliberate, mirroring his words earlier about how well he knows her body. There's a thrill running down her spine at the idea that they could pick up right where they left off so many years ago; it feels both familiar and exhilaratingly new all at once.

As he drops his pants to the floor, she turns away for a moment, pretending to busy herself with straightening out some clothes on a nearby chair. But her eyes keep drifting back to him out of the corner of her vision; it's impossible not to be drawn in by the sight of his body revealed before her once again. She takes another deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next...and the memories that will undoubtedly follow.

As she unbuttons her blouse slowly, revealing the lacy bra beneath, her eyes meet his in the mirror above the dresser. A small, teasing smile plays on her lips as she arches an eyebrow and begins to slide the garment off her shoulders. She takes another step closer to him, deliberately brushing against him as she moves, enjoying the physical connection almost as much as the power it gives her in this moment. Her breath catches in her throat when his hand skims up her thigh, under the hem of her shorts, and cups her through her underwear; heat pools between her legs at his touch.

"You remember," she whispers, leaning forward to trail a fingertip along his jawline. "Don't you?" Her voice is low and husky, thick with desire and regret both. She pulls back slightly, stepping away from him just enough to remove her bra and toss it aside. Naked except for a pair of lacy black thong panties, she feels exposed but incredibly powerful at the same time; they haven't been this close in so long, and yet everything still seems to happen instinctively between them.

"I remember," he says roughly, his voice thick with desire too. "I remember all of it." He reaches out to stroke her hip, fingers curling around her bare skin as he draws her closer again. "But let's see if we can do better this time." The challenge in his words sends a shiver down her spine; she closes the distance between them once more, pressing herself flush against him, nipples hardening against his chest.

"Oh," she breathes, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his head down to meet hers in a hungry kiss. "We can definitely do better." Her

A moan rips through her throat as he parts her folds with his fingers and exposes her, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Her hips grind against him helplessly, desperate for more contact, and she writhes in his embrace, arching her back off the bed. "Oh God... I've missed this too," she gasps between ragged breaths. "Don't stop..."

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he continues to tease and explore her sensitive flesh, relishing every touch that sends sparks of desire coursing through her body. She bites down on her lip hard, trying to stifle the cries that keep bubbling up from deep within; she wants this to be different, wants it to mean something more than just the physical release they both crave. But as his fingers brush against her clit again and again, building her higher and higher toward the edge, she knows that may be impossible.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice strained and needy. "I want... I need you..." Her hips buck wildly beneath him, seeking some form of release from this agonizing pleasure that's building inside her. It feels so good, but it also hurts so much; she isn't sure how much more of this she can take before she completely loses control.

Her entire body arches off the bed as he begins to lavish attention on her most sensitive areas with his mouth and tongue. She gasps, moans, and whimpers incoherently beneath him, desperate for release but not quite sure how much more she can take before she loses it completely. Every touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body; he knows exactly where to focus his attention to drive her wild.

Her hips buck violently against his face, grinding against his mouth and tongue as he relentlessly teases her clitoris with wet, hot kisses. She grips the sheets in her fists, digging her nails into the fabric until they sting as she tries to ground herself through the madness of sensation coursing through every nerve ending.

"Oh God..." she cries out, arching her back off the bed again as he finally sucks on her clit, drawing it deep into his mouth and rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud. "Fuck!" She feels herself start to tremble on the brink of orgasm, but just when she thinks she can't take another moment of this exquisite torture, he abruptly pulls away and switches focus to her ass with one long, talented finger.

Her eyes fly open wide in surprise as he thrusts deeply inside her back door, filling her up in a way that feels both familiar and new all at once. The pleasure-pain of it sends shockwaves through her entire body, pushing her right over the edge. She screams his name as orgasm washes over her like a wave, her muscles tightening and relaxing spasmodically around his finger.

"I want..." she pants, her voice ragged with desire and release. "I want more... Give me more." Her hips

Her heart races and her body trembles as he fingers her ass, relentless in his pursuit of her pleasure. It feels so good, so right to be with him like this again. She reaches down between their bodies, feeling him still hard despite the release they've shared. Her fingers skim over his length teasingly before wrapping around his erection, guiding him to where she needs him inside her.

"Fuck me," she gasps, arching her hips upward to take him deep. "Just fuck me already." Her words are laced with desire and need; she can't get enough of the feel of him filling her up, stretching her limits. As he begins to thrust roughly inside her wet heat, she meets his force with equal fervor, their bodies moving together in a primal dance of lust and possession.

"Yes..." she moans, feeling him hit her sweet spot over and over again. "That's it... Right there..." She curls her toes, digging them into the mattress for leverage as he takes her harder, faster. His thrusts are deep and powerful now; she can feel his desire for release just as strongly as her own.

"I want you to cum with me," she whispers between pants, arching her back further, offering herself up completely to him in this moment. "Let go..." She tugs on his hair, urging him deeper, needing to feel every inch of him inside her as they cross the line from forbidden pleasure to something more real, more raw.

As he commands her to turn over, she does so willingly, eagerly offering up her body for his pleasure once more. On all fours now, she feels exposed and vulnerable in the most arousing way possible; it's as if they're back where everything began. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, heightening the sensation of every touch and thrust as he takes her from behind.

Her hips move involuntarily against his thrusts, grinding against his hardness in search of release. She can feel him growing closer, can sense the tension coiling tight within him; it's almost unbearably erotic to know that she's the one pushing him over the edge like this.

"Cum for me," she whispers breathlessly, arching her back again and offering up her bare ass invitingly. "Let go..." Her voice trails off into a moan as he slams into her from behind, driving them both closer to that sweet, shuddering release.

Her cries mingle with his curses as they both reach the peak of their release; it's a wild and untamed sound, raw and primal. Her body shudders and convulses around him, clenching rhythmically as she feels the first wave of pleasure crash over her. The sensation is so intense that tears prick at the corners of her eyes; it feels like every nerve ending in her body has ignited at once.

"Oh God... Oh fuck..." she moans, arching her back and pressing her head down against the mattress as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her hips buck and thrash beneath him, desperate for more contact, more release. It feels like he's filling her up, stretching her in every possible direction until there's nothing left of her but raw desire and need.

As she finally begins to come back down from the high of orgasm, she feels a soft warmth spread between her legs; it takes a moment for her to register that he must be cumming too. The realization sends another rush of pleasure through her, making her gasp and shiver beneath him.

"Franky..." she whispers, voice hoarse from exertion and ecstasy. "That... was amazing." She pauses, trying to catch her breath as she studies his face in the dim light. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's still a connection there; something more than just physical attraction or shared history. It feels almost like they're back where they were before things went wrong, but with a new understanding of what it means to be together.

She doesn't know if this was enough for him, if this was the deal he was willing to make, but for now... in this moment... she's grateful

He sighs deeply as his thrusts begin to slow, their combined release spent. She feels him soften inside her and pull out with a gentle tug, but he doesn't let go of her hips quite yet. He leans over to kiss her neck, her collarbone, before finally looking her in the eye again. "I'm glad we could... do this," he says hoarsely, voice still shaking from the intensity of their passion.

There's a strange mixture of emotions on his face: regret, desire, and maybe even hope. She watches as he struggles to put his thoughts into words, waiting for him to say something more. But when he doesn't, she decides not to push it anymore tonight. Perhaps there will be time for deeper conversations later, when the haze of lust begins to clear from their minds.

For now, they lie together on the bed, tangled limbs and sweaty skin testament to the fire that still burns between them despite everything. The room is quiet except for the soft sounds of their breathing as they recover from the physical and emotional exertion. It's an intimate moment, one that Rebecka finds herself savoring despite all her reservations.

As she drifts off to sleep in his arms, she wonders if this was truly a deal or simply the beginning of something else entirely... Something new and uncertain, but perhaps more real than anything they've had before.