Page 75 of Tempt

I need to be inside her.

If I don’t think too hard about it, I can pretend that’s all I need.

Not the way she sighs my name, her pink tongue darting out to lick her suddenly dry lips. Not her slow smile that makes me feel like the center of her damned world.

Except as I look between us, there’s one problem…

Shit.

“Be right back.”

I head to my room and I dig around in the nightstand drawer for a condom in the dark.

Seriously?

There must be condoms in here.

I get that I didn’t expect to sleep with someone right after losing my wife. But it’s not as if I expected to never have sex again.

My fingers close on a box, unopened, and I yank it out.

When did I get these?

I flip on the lamp and inspect the side of the box.

They’re expired.

Sweat starts at the back of my neck.

Am I crazy? Is what we’re doing crazy?

“Daniel?”

Kat’s voice slices through my thoughts.

I turn to find her in the doorway, her sinful body outlined by the light.

She’s holding a foil package between two fingers, her head cocked in amusement.

Any doubt evaporates.

“Thank fuck.”

Her smile is quick, her cheeks flushed. I turn back long enough to slip the wedding ring off my finger and set it carefully on the nightstand.

It feels strange without it but not bad.

We’re back in her bed in a second.

Her cool hands skim down my chest. When she reaches for my pants, I don’t stop her.

She wrestles with the button and zipper, making a little sound of triumph when she shoves the fabric down.

Once I yank the pants off the rest of the way, shorts too, I find her staring with more than a little surprise.

“You’ve been holding out on me.”

Is it weird to be proud of your dick? It’s been a second since I thought about it, but the way she’s looking at me, hell yes, I’m proud.

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