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“You mean… be dishonest?” she gasps. “But that feels all kinds of wrong. I don’t know if I should do that…”

“Everyone does.” I roll my eyes and laugh. “Maybe I’ve never, not much, but everyone embellishes just a little bit.”

“There’s a difference between embellishing and lying… but I suppose I don’t have a choice, do I? Telling the truth won’t work out well for me either… and it’ll lead Alexander and the other Russians right to me, so… yeah, I’ll do whatever you say.”

I sit beside her, and we start looking through the papers together. Having a topic to talk about together, something that isn’t about us, helps the barriers to come down just a little bit. It allows us to calm down around one another and to find a happy medium where it’s easy once more. Thank God. I much prefer it like that. I can actually smile once more, which is awesome.

“What about admin?” she asks me doubtfully with those lips pouted out. “I don’t know if I’ll be good in an office…”

“Send off an application anyway,” I reassure her. “Let’s just see what comes back from it. You never know…”

“Yeah, you’re right. I do need to keep my options open as much as possible, don’t I? Pass me the laptop and I’ll send off my details. And I might as well see if this restaurant wants any more waitresses too, although I wouldn’t be too keen on anything customer facing because it potentially puts me in the firing line. Wherever people can see me… but I have to try everything just incase no office job wants me. I need to cast a wide net as Michelle Miller to see what I get back.”

Michelle Miller.Uh-oh. Something about the way she said that makes me feel all tingling inside. It’s a reminder that for the moment, she’s my ‘wife’. I sidle a little closer to Michelle without even realizing what I’m doing. It isn’t until I inhale her delicious feminine scent which sends a shudder down my spine that I realize that I might have made a mistake. I’m losing control once more.

“Oh, what about this one?” I don’t even know what I’m pointing at. I’m just trying to make conversation to attempt to disguise the dizziness spinning through my brain. It’s kinda overwhelming right now. “You should apply for this.”

“The supermarket one or the ‘dancer’ job, which I presume is code for stripper? Is that the one you mean?”

“Oh!” Thankfully, Michelle bursts out laughing, which makes it okay for me to do the same. “Oops, sorry.”

She leans across to pat me on the arm, to reassure me that I haven’t offended her, but as she does, electricity shoots between us both and the atmosphere instantly changes. The thickness to the air is hard to breathe in. It wraps around us and cinches us together, making it almost impossible for us to remain apart any longer. I hook my hand around the back of her neck even with every rational voice inside me screaming at me, reminding me that I shouldn’t do this, and I kiss her.

Instantly, tight desire grips me. It grabs hold of me and pulls me in closer to her. I can’t get enough of her. She’s incredible. Michelle, too. She wraps herself around me and clings just as hard to me as I am her. The walls have come down too far, andthere’s no building them back up again. We’ve crossed the line, and this time, I don’t think either of us can resist temptation. We want one another. It’s aching, yearning, desperate. My hands are all over her, and she’s exploring me too, but it isn’t enough. I need more of Michelle, and this time, I can tell she wants me too. There will be no running off for either of us.

Shit, we’re in trouble. So much trouble.

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MICHELLE

Oh, my God.Jordan is shucking my clothing and I’m allowing it to happen. Iwantit to happen. I need him to see me naked and to make me feel incredible, which I just know he will. This chemistry between us is something else, and I know it’ll be phenomenal. I don’t know how the hell I managed to run away last time. This pull is powerful, it’s mind-blowing.

My head lolls to one side as the desire grips me hard, and Jordan immediately takes advantage of the exposed skin of my throat and collarbone. He sucks and licks the hypersensitive, tingly skin, tasting parts of me that I didn’t even know would send me insane. I gasp and pant with desire, waiting for those gorgeous lips of his to travel downward, all over me…

“Wow, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he finally manages to whip my top off to see what I have underneath. This comfy bra I’m wearing might be nothing like the sexy, skimpy stuff I came into the country with, but the effect it has on Jordan might as well be the same. He has his eyes on my breasts like they’re the hottest things on the planet. “Michelle, you’re stunning.”

I shoot him a cheeky wink as I reach behind my back to unhook my bra. His gaze becomes hooded with desire as the material falls away and flutters to the floor. He looks like he’s in absolute heaven, which only intensifies the butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I like having this much of an impact on him. It makes me feel sexy as all hell. Like a goddess.

“You like what you see?” I shimmy to draw his attention to my nipples. “You want to have a taste of me?”

My God, where did this sex kitten come from? Jordan has pulled it out of me and I love it. This is so natural, so much fun, I want to go along with that further. So, I grab the back of his head and pull him toward me until that hot mouth of his explores my breasts. He tugs and teases my beaded rock-hard nipples until I can hardly stand it any longer. My head is spinning with a dizzy desire that threatens to unravel me and tear me apart. If he’s already got me this fired up, then what the hell will it be like when he’s inside me? Deep inside me, making me feel phenomenal? Because my God, I just know it’s going to be off the scale. Since I’ve never had a man make me feel as good as I can myself, I don’t know how it’ll be when that changes.

I get so focused in on what Jordan’s doing to my breasts that I barely notice his fingers slipping down my body until he’s at the waistband of my panties. As he drags his finger along the top of it, never quite dipping in, he drives me insane.

“Are you teasing me?” I growl while nibbling sexily on his bottom lip. “I don’t know if I can stand that. I want you.”

“Ooh, you’re bold, aren’t you?” he rasps, clearly loving every second of it. “I like that. Tell me what you want.”

“You.” I grab his head and push him downward. This definitely isn’t how I would normally behave, but it’s fun. I like being this powerful goddess, this demanding diva. It’s awesome. “I want you, Jordan Miller. You are my husband, after all. Sort of.”

Those words are a reminder of what we’re really doing here and why this is oh, so wrong, but neither of us cares. We’re together now, in this incredible place where it feels phenomenally right, so who the hell cares what brought us together? My life has been all upside-down, anyway. Nothing has been right, so why not just go with the flow and see where this could lead?

Not that I could stop this now, even if I thought it a bad idea. I want him far too badly for that.

He falls to his knees in front of the chair I’m sitting on and starts tugging my trousers down. I raise my ass up just a little, just to give him the room to take them and my panties off too, before I crash back down onto the ice-cold chair.

“Ooh,” I squeal with excitement. I almost leap back up again, but Jordan doesn’t give me the chance. He gabs onto my ass and pulls me to the edge of the seat where he can really breathe me in. A small nudge is all that it takes to have my thighs spread wide for him, giving him everything that he needs from me. “Oh, my goodness, Jordan, what are you doing to me?”

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