Page 68 of Tempt Her

But she might break us. The trinity that keeps me alive.

Glancing down, she sees how hard I’m getting for her, and she licks her lips… and I’m so tempted. I could spin her around, rip off that dress, and fuck her so hard against that wall, filling her tight holes with my cock and cream.

Fucking her doesn’t mean I’ll fall for her.

I have too much control. “What business do you want with me,Mrs. Evans?”

The lust between us twists to rage in her eyes. “Stop calling me that. Call me a bitch or a whore or a slut; I don’t care. But don’t call me byhisname anymore.”

I like her.

She’s changing. She’s tough, or maybe this is who she always was.

“I don’t speak to women that way. You want my respect? Fine. You got it. This is business. What do you want?”

“I want you to remodel my kitchen. Rip out the old cabinets, reconfigure the space, and replace the appliances. That kind of thing.”

“That’s a lot of money and time.”

“Exactly.” She lifts her chin. “I need the excuse to cut the power to all his cameras.”

“Why?”

“He’s hiding something in our house; I can sense it. It’s right under my nose, and I need to find it. I need to find the evidence to bring him down.”

It’s a smart move. A kitchen remodel is a hot fucking mess, and it’s the perfect distraction if she wants to snoop around her own damn house.

“Has he agreed to it?”

“I’ll make sure of it.”

I don’t trust her. “How?”

“He gets swamped in the summer. July is the peak season for his sick golf tours. He’ll be gone a lot and won’t care.”

“And what’ll happen when he comes home to find you fucking the help? Both of them? At the same time?”

Shit, that jolts my cock again—Stacey, fucking Mateo and Luke, and me watching.I want to do it on those sexy sofas in her parlor.

“That won’t happen.”

“It’s a matter of time.”

“Then help me catch him before it does.” It breaks across her face; desperation she’d rather die than let me see, but it’s obvious.

“Look, I know you hate me,” she says. “But I’m sure, like most people, you hate my husband more. So help me stop whatever evil he’s up to.”

“I don’t hate you.”

She’s doing it again. Pulling at threads binding my heart.

This isn’t about her being free to fuck the men I love. It’s about her stopping a man from hurting other women, a man we all despise.

I growl, “You make me worry, and that pisses me off because I can’t control it. Mateo and Luke are grown men. I can’t order them not to fall in love with you. You know that, right?”

I step to her, my chest brushing against her breasts. Touching her suddenly crashes my heart, and I fear this the most; she could be the death of me. Of my heart, that can’t take much more. My heart that confesses, “You know they’re falling in love with you.”

Staring up at me, her face surrenders, a sigh escaping, “I care for them too.” It’s swimming in her eyes that pull me even closer.

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