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And make no mistake about it. I don’t want to.

Chapter 20

Bad decision – when you do something you shouldn’t, but you really, really want to

Lucas

Chloe bounces on my shoulder as I bound up the stairs. I keep my arm wrapped around her waist to keep her right where I want her.

This is wrong. We agreed to keep our marriage professional. I should drop Chloe in her room and lock myself away from her.

But I’m not going to. Not when my cock has been aching to be inside this woman since the first time I saw her. I’ve imagined her long legs wrapped around my waist while I plunge my cock inside her too many times to stop now.

I hurry into my room. I want Chloe’s scent on my sheets. If this is the one time I have her, I want to be able to lay in mybed at night and remember how she looked inmyroom inmybed while I gave her pleasure she won’t be able to forget.

I throw Chloe on the bed and she giggles as she bounces. “I thought I was supposed to be the wild one.”

“You drive me wild, wildcat.”

And she does. I usually keep a tight rein on my emotions. It’s a necessity when you’re a cop and walk in on a woman who’s been beaten bloody by her husband.

But with Chloe, I can’t help myself. She makes me crazy with desire to rip her clothes off. To touch her slight curves. To kiss her skin. To bury myself inside her.

I inhale a deep breath before I decide to hell with control and do all the things I’ve been fantasizing about in my shower with my cock in my hand since I discovered my definition of temptation lived next door.

I plant a knee on the bed and fall forward onto my fists above her. Her eyes flare and she licks her bottom lip. Stay on track, Lucas.

“This doesn’t change anything,” I growl since I’m no longer capable of normal speech.

She raises her eyebrows. “This as in sex?”

I growl. “Yes, sex.”

“Gotcha.”

I hesitate. Is she lying? In my experience, women have a hard time distinguishing between sex and love. I should probably walk out the door. I’m not going to, though.

“I’m serious, wildcat. This is sex and only sex.”

Her nose wrinkles. “I wouldn’t describe this as sex. No one’s naked. There’s no panting. I…”

I tickle her ribs before she can continue. She tries to squirm away from me, but I don’t let her go. I never want to let her go.Just sex, Lucas. Just sex.

“Stop!” She bats my hands away but she’s giggling too hard to be very effective.

I stop tickling her ribs and glide my hands up and down her sides. “Well, well, well, my wildcat is ticklish. I’m filing this information away for future use.”

“You better not tell anyone I’m ticklish.”

I freeze. “Or what?”

She wags her finger at me. “Nuh-uh. No way. I’m not revealing my bag of pranks to an officer of the law.”

I chuckle. “Bag of pranks? Is this an actual bag?”

“I’m never telling.”

I lift my hands and wiggle my fingers. “What if I tickle you more?”

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