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My muscles seize and I base-jump off the cliff as I come, the orgasm rocking through me. It’s so intense that it nearly shatters me to pieces as guttural groans come from my throat.

“Fuck,” he growls, continuing to slam into my cunt until he loses himself.

We’re breathless, but we still find enough air to slowly kiss one another.

“When I left the office, I felt like an addict. Nothing else mattered but you.”

“I know. You do that to me too,” I whisper. “It’s what makes us dangerous for one another.”

He brushes his nose against mine. “Fuck, I know.”

“I always wished someone would look at me like you do.”

“Relatable.”

He places a soft kiss on my lips, and we lie in each other’s arms until Easton’s phone buzzes, pulling us away. We clean up and redress.

Easton checks his watch once he straightens his tie. “I can’t do lunch, not with the traffic being as bad as it is. I’m sorry, darling.”

“Don’t apologize unless you regret what we did instead,” I say.

He smirks. “Zero fucking regretsanytimeI choose you.”

I grab his tie, tugging him toward me. His lips brush against mine.

“Same.”

38

EASTON

Birthday countdown: 20 days

Since meeting her: 26 days

Company takeover: 27 days

Married: 7 days

When I walk into my office, Weston enters. He had a meeting in Los Angeles this morning and arrived in the city while I was having Lexiforlunch.

He sits in front of my desk, wearing a shit-eating grin, and then he glances down at the wedding ring on my finger.

“I heard you were given an applause that rocked the building when you entered the office this morning.”

I smirk. “Ah, yeah. Sad you missed it.”

“I knew you were going,” he tells me. “As soon as I got notification of your flight plan, I tipped off the paps.”

My smile fades. “Weston.”

“I apologize. And whether you believe this or not, the photos of you two in Fiji were essential.”

My anger level climbs. “Whatphotos?”

From the moment I walked into the office this morning until now, I’ve been bombarded. After being on vacation without interruptions, that was to be expected. I’ve set no personal time aside to look up anything, and I was on a call during the drive to and from seeing Lexi.

He shakes his head, but his smile doesn’t falter. However, I can see how fucking serious he is. “Before you get too pissed, I’m protecting what’sours. Know that. I’m as invested in this as you. Accept my apology because you know you’d have done it if the roles were reversed.”

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