Page 51 of Donut Overthink It

“Shut up!” I shout.

She closes her mouth and takes a step back from me. Her T-shirt showcases the outline of her large breasts underneath the thin fabric. She is breathing heavily, causing them to bounce up and down, and my hands itch to touch them. My lips long to kiss hers. I know what every part of her body feels like, and now I crave it.

She takes in a deep breath. “Don’t you come into my house and tell me …”

“I said shut up,” I say softly. This time when her mouth closes, it sets in a hard line. I step up to her, cupping her face.

“Aiden,” she says barely a whisper. As if being this close to her is too much. I know exactly what she means.

“I am married,” I say, and her eyes narrow, “but it’s a lie.” I have to get this out. Because I need to fuck her. I need that shirt on her floor and my cock in her pussy. I’m being selfish, and I don’t give two shits.

“How is a marriage a lie?” she asks, eyes search mine.

I wrap my free hand around her waist and pull her to me. She shudders against me, and I can’t help but smile.

“She got pregnant by a man her father hated. We made up a lie that the baby was mine. And we got married.”

“Lies …”

“No.” I shake my head. “Do you want to meet her? Olivia? She calls me Uncle Aiden. Eve and I bought a house that she has been living in for years with the father of her child and the real man she wants to marry.”

“I don’t understand,” she says, her eyes softening.

I let out a long breath. “I know it’s complicated, but it’s worked for us for so long. I ran into my friend, Trent, when I walked out of court last Tuesday. He told me he wanted to marry her. Take their relationship to the next level. But in order to do that, I had to divorce her. So I went to talk to her …”

“That was why you didn’t come back to the office after court?”

I nod. “I spent the day with her, and we filed for divorce. By this time next week, it will be over. And she will be able to marry the man who she wants to be with.”

She stands there, staring up at me. “There has to be more.”

“There is,” I assure her. “So much more.” My hand slides down her back and cups her ass. “But all I care about is us right now.”

“Us?”

“I don’t want to talk about Eve and my fake ass marriage anymore.”

“Then what do you want to do?” she asks, her voice now rough.

My hand cupping her face drops to her thigh where the hem of her shirt lies, and I slide my hand underneath it. She gasps when I caress her soft skin.

“No,” she says all of a sudden, pulling away from me.

I frown. “I’m telling you the truth.”

“I believe you, but you’re still married. And I won’t sleep with a married man, Aiden.” She shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You already have.”

That gets me a slap to the face.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

HADLEY

MY HAND STINGS FROM CONNECTING with his cheek, and I start to rub it. He reaches up and rubs his face as well, and I square my shoulders. “You deserved that.”

He nods once and then sighs heavily.

---