Page 44 of Second Chance Husband

I cursed under my breath, and moved forward, not realizing my hand was already outstretched, my fingers gently grazing her cheek. She stiffened for a moment, before swallowing hard.

“Paise…”

“What are you doing here?” she asked, bringing me back to the present.

“I am just glad you’re okay.”

“I’ve forever been fine, August. Jacob can’t hurt me anymore.”

I thought I heard the lie in her voice, but instead I just continued to hold her cheek, cradling her as she stared up at me, both of us not speaking.

I kept thinking about what could have happened. What Jacob had been thinking in that moment. Because while I knew Paisley could handle anything, that man was so much bigger than her. And I wish I could find him and finish the job. But that wouldn’t accomplish anything, I knew that.

Jacob held so much more power than I ever could, but I was just the low life who could try to take that power back.

“What are you doing here, August?” Paisley asked again after a moment, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I blinked, swallowing hard. “I just...I thought we should talk.”

Such a lame thing to say after everything that had happened. But I had come here to talk to her. I didn’t know what about. Only I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her all day at work.

I had been teaching students about chemical bonds and reactions, all the while having Paisley’s voice in my head, telling me to keep going, or that it wasn’t enough. And it didn’t always have to do with what had happened in that suite. I hadn’t even realized that I was driving toward her building until I was already parking, knowing that I needed to see her.

This was the exact opposite of what I had told myself I would be doing. I did not need to be near her. I needed to take a step back and not want this. But I was still touching her, still looking into those eyes of hers that had drawn me in. She was my addiction, my drug of choice, and I knew I needed to quit her long ago. Just like I had before.

And then I wasn’t moving.

“We were so good at talking before, right?” Paisley asked, rolling her eyes. But she didn’t move away.

Instead we stood there, her office door closed, the two of us alone, and I couldn’t help but make wrong choice after wrong choice.

I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers, needing to know she was safe, that she was real.

Her lips parted in surprise, but she didn’t pull away, instead she leaned forward, going on her tiptoes, and kissing me back.

“Paisley. He could have hurt you.”

“But he didn’t,” she whispered against my lips.

And so I deepened the kiss, sliding my hand around to the back of her neck, holding her steady as my tongue slid against hers.

She moaned, and I moaned right back, her hands sliding down my sides to grip the belt loops of my jeans.

I let my other hand fall to her waist, squeezing gently, needing her touch, just needing her.

I would think about the consequences of what that thought meant later. I was so good about pretending that I would, but it didn’t matter in that moment.

Instead I continued to kiss her, sliding my lips along her jaw and then down her neck.

“Tell me to go. And I’ll go.”

But I wouldn’t want to.

But she didn’t, instead she pulled at my belt loops, tugging me toward her, and I let her.

She tasted of sweetness, and Paisley, and I continued to lap at her, needing every inch of her. I pulled away slightly, ignoring the frown on her face at the movement, before adjusting us both so we were at her desk. And then I was pulling off her shirt, one button at a time, and she was tugging at my Henley. I undid the blouse, the silk falling to the floor, and she stood there in a discreet bra that showed off the top half of her tits and lifted them up, and a business skirt with a slit up the side.

I groaned, gently running my hands up that slit.

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