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All I feel is the magnetic pull between his heart and mine.

All I am is grateful that I had the foresight to take off Aaron’s ring.

Hunter pushes back from his desk and tries to rise to his feet, but I shake my head.

“Don’t.” He cocks his head to the side, challenging my order. “Please,” I swallow, crossing the room on unsteady legs. “Just stay right there.”

When I’m right beside him, trying to angle my body between him and the desk, there’s a moment where I think he won’t move. Where I think he’ll send me away because I deserve to be sent away. But he doesn’t do that. He just glares at me silently and slides back, allowing me to sit on his desk.

“It’s your birthday,” he says finally, his voice a dark, gruff whisper. He’s mad at me, but I can still see the love in his eyes, can still feel it pulling the love I’ll always carry for him to the surface.

“I know.” I place my feet on the armrests of his chair, hiking my dress up until my thighs are bared for him.

“I didn’t get you a present.” His eyes roam down my body, traveling from my face to my heaving chest and down further to my parted thighs.

“That’s okay. I can only think of one thing I want right now anyway.”

He wants it, too. Even though he’s angry with me, he wants this, and it doesn’t take him long to admit it, first to himself with a flare of his nostrils and a subtle shake of his head and then to me, with two hands under my knees that pull my ass down to the edge of his desk and leave me with no choice but to lay back and enjoy the only present I’ll receive today that I actually wanted.

Hunter kisses the inside of my thigh, his lips rough and reverent. “Happy birthday, Sunshine.”

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Now

There’s bad decisions, and then there’s bad decisions.

Ruinous, life-altering choices you know you’ll regret when it’s all said and done but somehow still manage to enjoy in the moment, and God, am I enjoying myself right now. My legs spread wide, the fabric of my birthday dress scrunched up around my waist, my panties pushed to the side because you don’t get completely undressed when you’re making a mistake, even when it’s one as deliciously salacious as this.

The flat of his tongue rolls over my clit again, and my thighs twitch around his ears. I shouldn’t be doing this. It shouldn’t feel so fucking good.

But I am, and it does.

He grips my ass with rough fingertips, lifting my pussy up to his mouth like a bite of a forbidden meal, and I scream at the top of my lungs the way I never can at home with Aaron—not because his mother or my daughter might hear—but because in all the years we’ve been together he’s never made me feel like this.

Wild. Reckless. Capable of ruining someone and desperate to be ruined in return.

No, that part of me can only be unlocked by the man between my legs. The man now holding my entire ass in the palm of one of his hands so he can use the fingers of the other to invade the walls of my dripping sex. My core contracts, and my eyes roll into the back of my head as pleasure pulses through me, incoherent words flow out of me as my body floats into a cloud of euphoria so thick it’s able to keep me suspended for long moments, keeping me from the regret that’s waiting for me on the ground.

I didn’t come here for this.

That’s the thought going through my mind as Hunter lowers me gently back down onto his desk. He doesn’t even bother to fix my dress or my panties. Just leaves me wide open, my most intimate areas on display for him. I keep my eyes on the ceiling above me, focused on the heart in the middle of the ceiling tile directly above us that has our initials written in black paint.

“You should paint over that.”

I don’t know why I’ve chosen to start the conversation I came here to have this way. It’s random and unnecessary, but it’s the only way I know how to ease into telling him he has to let me go. I reach down and fix my clothes before sitting up and facing him. He’s got his fingers clasped together, resting over the hard slabs of muscle that make up his stomach. For as long as I’ve known him, Hunter has never had a six-pack. He’s just got one of those stomachs that’s thick but solid and toned. I don’t know what you call it, but it works for him.

He doesn’t bother looking up because he knows exactly what I’m talking about. I hate that because I was hoping to buy myself a little bit of time without those eyes on my face.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because it’s…” My throat is dry from all the moaning and screaming, so I swallow before continuing. “Because it’s just a reminder of a failed past when you should be focused on the future.”

One of his brows rises, a thick, dark line that makes my cheeks heat. “Is that what this was?” He asks, waving a large, tattooed hand between us. “You focusing on the future?”

“No.” I slide off of his desk, skirting around his wide spread legs to put some space between us. “This was a momentary lapse in judgment. I didn’t come here for this.”

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