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“What?” I hadn’t noticed that I was.

“Tonight went well. I mean, aside from your father,” she said.

“Sorry about him. And about what I said. It’s a gut reaction when it comes to him,” I said.

“I’d say it’s fine, but that’s the second time you’ve lashed out at me for something you have no right judging me on,” she said.

“And I’m sorry. Jealousy and my father make me a total dick sometimes,” I said, the words coming out before I could think of the implications. “Not that I’m jealous of my father. That was more for my comments about Connor.”

“Jesus. And why were you jealous?”

“You’re kidding, right? You woke up in my bed that morning and then you were flirting with Connor that night.”

“I was not flirting,” she said.

“We’ll agree to disagree.”

“And what does it even matter? Our marriage is fake.”

“But we are married and if you’re going to flirt with anyone, you should be flirting with me,” I said, apparently throwing caution to the wind.

“Why would I flirt with you? We don’t even like each other,” she said, her voice strained as her eyes locked on mine.

“Like has nothing to do with it.”

Her breathing changed. “And lust will get us nowhere.”

“Except satisfied.” I wished I could see if she was blushing.

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely serious.”

“And what makes you think you could satisfy me?”

“I have no doubts,” I said confidently. No one had ever complained before.

It could be a disaster, but I was taking this train of conversation and going for it.

“We would be idiots to test that theory,” she said, inching closer to me.

I trailed my fingers along her hand, up her arm, and to the crook of her elbow, thrilling at her racing pulse. She was as affected as I was, and I wondered if I’d find her wet with need when I slipped my hands down the front of her pants.

My cock hardened to the point of pain. This was either going to go my way or I’d be in blue-balls hell with her only feet away from me in a separate bedroom.

Chapter 13

CHARLIE

Hewascertifiable.

Under no circumstances should we give in to our lust. Thismarriagewas getting messier by the day. I should’ve known it would never be cut and dried, but hopping in bed together, no matter how much his kisses affected me, would be a mistake. He had to know that.

The minute the door closed on his condo, he continued the conversation. By now, my body was thrumming with desire.

“You’re telling me you don’t want to?” he asked, stepping closer to me, heat rolling off his body.

My stomach fluttered.

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