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Never able to completely relax, he allows his anxiety to drift away with her hands roaming his body. Either that or go insane. Just like Nick’s reckless need to drive the Jeep, he too has to have an outlet from the burdens they bear.

He jerks at her whisper against his ear. “I’m finished. Do you want to move someplace more comfortable for your nap?”

The sheet falls to the floor as he sits up and rubs his hands over his face. “Sorry. I didn’t realize I fell asleep.”

She steps forward and stands between his legs, massaging his shoulders before running her fingers down his chest. “Unless there’s something else you’d rather do.”

Of course there is. The fire dancing in her eyes has turned from anger to lust, making his desire known to both of them. As much as he hates it, this time his other head has to make the decision. He may be a lot of shitty things, but an adulterer isn’t one of them. At least when he knows about it. “What about Richard? Last time I was here, you said you were trying to work it out. I don’t sleep with married women, except when they pretend they aren’t.”

Her fingers trail lower, making his breath hitch. Damn. He’s forgotten how much she tempts him. And how much he longs for her.

“I moved out. For real this time. It’s over.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“Because you’re bitter and jaded from working security too long, but I swear I’m telling the truth.” She laughs against his lips. “Besides, you know what makes you feel even better than a massage, and you can’t say no.”

One hand wraps around her waist while the other trails down her arm and encircles her wrist. Without breaking their kiss, he holds up her fingers to confirm the lack of adornment, before pressing them back against his chest.