Page 8 of Celebrity

I approached the door and knocked before opening it.

“Why are you here?” I fixed Dev with a glare.

“I came to get advice on what my options were to live in our house. The condo is small, and I need space to spread out. I think nine thousand square feet is plenty of room to keep us from bumping into each other.”

I clenched my jaw, stepping into the office and shutting the door. “You never expressed any inclination or desire to move in. If I recall, you wanted nothing to do with me or the house.”

Tears prickled the backs of my eyes as I remembered the devastation I’d felt my first night under the roof of our beautiful home.

“I changed my mind.”

“Well, you can change it back.”

“Not happening. I have rights. You think Clint Bassett is a pain in your ass, wait until I get started.” He lifted a brow. “Are you afraid of us living together again?”

The last thing I needed was him under the same roof as me. We’d end up fucking within the first ten minutes, and we both knew it. I had to keep my head on and my hormones in check.

Plus, I was in the middle of making essential plans I wasn’t ready to disclose to Devin.

“Tara, I know this is your office and all. But would you give me a moment alone with Devin James Camden?”

I knew some of the clerks were loitering close by. Only a select few knew about my relationship with Devin, and they were long-term staff who’d all signed non-disclosures.

Without a word, Tara got up and left the office, closing the door behind her.

“Do you know you only call me by my full name when you’re irritated with me? No matter how much you like to deny it, you have a true Southern side to you.”

I ran a frustrated hand over my face.

“What do you want from me, Dev?”

“Say that again.” He stood and walked over to where I leaned against Tara’s desk. “Say my name the way you’ve always done. The way you say it when I make love to you.”

He traced my lips with his thumb, making my pulse jump.

I grabbed his hand, planning to push it away, when I noticed his ring, a custom-made gold-and-platinum band.

“Why are you wearing it now? It’s been almost five years.”

I stared at the ring I’d given him. The one that meant we belonged to each other.

“Because my wife refuses to wear hers unless I wear mine. I want every man in your vicinity to know you belong to me.”

I released his hand and tried to move away from him, but he caged me against the desk with an arm on either side of my hips.

“You confuse me. What’s changed? You’re still a judge who needs to keep a low profile, and I’m an attorney who takes on well-known clients and has become a celebrity in my own right. Hell, I have groupies.”

“I thought about what you said last week, about putting you first.”

“And?” I folded my arms across my chest.

“I can’t lose you. The thought of anyone else touching you…” his fingers gripped my thighs, “…anyone else kissing any part of you…” he sank to the floor, holding my legs tighter, making my core spasm, “…giving you pleasure, is unbearable to fathom. I’ve spent too many years neglecting you.” His thumb grazed the inside of my jean-clad crotch, making a moan form in the back of my throat. “The idea of another man taking my place rips me apart. And I know, without a doubt, we are headed in that direction unless I change.”

I glanced to the side and noticed one of my legal secretaries doing her best not to gawk at the sight of Dev kneeling before me, with his face a hairsbreadth from my overheated sex.

“Dev, stand up. Everyone will know we were involved if you don’t stop this.”

“Are involved.”

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