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“Very worth it,” she agreed, making me feel better.

I’d take it. For now.

I was still smiling when I drifted off to sleep.

14

Tina

LIGHT FILTERED IN through my closed eyelids, blinding me. Despite the incessant throbbing of my brain against my skull, I woke up feeling warm and cozy, more comfortable and satisfied than I’d been in recent memory. Something tickled my nose. Opening my eyes, I saw a spattering of short, curly dark hair. My hand rested against warm flesh over hard muscle.

There was a body beneath me.

Not Matt.

That much was clear. Even as my brain made the deduction, panic still surged through my system, engaging my senses and preparing my reflexes for fight or flight. I held perfectly still, petrified and taking in my surroundings. The room was foreign. I’d never been in it, but I recognized the black and grey color scheme that was consistent throughout the rest of the house.

Kaos’s room.

I was in his bed.

I breathed in, and the heady, masculine scent of him sent a wave of want crashing through me even as the ache between my legs and the lingering scent of sex made it clear we’d already done the deed.

Snippets from last night came flooding back to me. Kaos pouring me a glass of wine. Laughter. Dancing. Longing. His eyes—so dark, consuming, and full of emotion—staring down at me.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he asked.

He kept trying to pull away… to do the right thing.

My body thrummed with need as I grabbed ahold of him and told him the truth.

“I fucking want you to fuck me!”

Well then. My cheeks ignited, threatening to burn right off my face. I’d been so forward and… demanding. What the heck? Where had that come from?

The wine.

There must have been some kind of demon in that vino. It possessed me and turned me into some sort of sex-crazed maniac with a filthy mouth. That was the only explanation.

What have I done?

Regret. Fear. Pain. Excitement. It all came crashing into me at once. I felt dirty, but also a little… freed. A voice in the back of my mind kept whispering that I’d loved every forbidden second of it. Heat pooled between my legs in confirmation as I focused on how I’d felt having his undivided attention on me.

His stare had been so intense. And the way he looked into my eyes when he sang to me… the way he filled me up so completely when he…

Oh. My. God!

Yep. I’d loved every second. Every caress, every whisper, every kiss.

Only I couldn’t love it.

I wasn’t even divorced yet. And Dylan…

Gah!

Careful not to wake Kaos, I scrambled off the bed as quickly as possible. Each shift of my body reminded me of the wonderful soreness between my legs.

Not wonderful, bad. Very bad.

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