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“Dammit.” I’m no match for him. He’s on his feet with me in his arms for two seconds before my back hits the sofa. He follows me down, his hips fitted between my legs, and his mouth on mine.

He gives me whiplash. As much as I don’t want to enjoy being pinned to the sofa by his heavy body, I like it more than I care to admit. His cock is pressed right where it was meant to be—between my legs.

He just pushed me away. I can’t let him know I like this. “You’re the one who said this was wrong.”

He shakes his head and frames my face with his big hand. “If you think I’m leaving you or those fucking donuts, you’re crazy.”

My breaths are shallow—he’s that heavy and I’m that overcome. “Then why did you push me away?”

“Because this is messed up.”

I shake my head as much as I can in his vise grip. “You have a knack for saying the wrong things.”

He lowers his voice. “I meant this is messed up because all I do is work, and when I finally meet someone that does this to me.” He presses his long cock between my legs, as if I need more for dramatic effect. “She’s the wife of my target and gets off on going to funerals.”

“How do you think I feel?” The need to defend myself is right up there with making sure my patients have the best quality care I can give them. “My husband wants my son and me dead, and no one has touched me like this in years. And you’re a self-proclaimed asshole. It seems I have shit judgment in men.”

Micah’s lips tip up at the corner. “That’s one thing we can agree on.”

“You’re still on top of me. You haven’t exactly pled your case well for being right where you are.”

Instead of getting up, he leans down and presses his lips to mine. “Just so you know, I’ve wanted to do this since you passed out in my arms the other day. And I really like the way you feel right here.”

That warms me.

“But you’re lonely and scared,” he goes on. “I’m exhausted. We’re not making this decision tonight. We’ll make it over donuts in the morning.”

“In the morning?”

A sexy smirk teases his full lips. “If people still want to fuck in the light of day, bloated on baked goods, and with a clear head, they can’t be wrong. But I know for a fact, I’d rather you make that choice in the morning than regret it at that time.”

“I have very few regrets in life, Micah. Really only one—staying with Jeff as long as I did.”

“I know. Don’t beat yourself up over that. You had no idea he’d turn into a psycho.”

“No, I did not see that coming.”

“I didn’t see this coming.” He drags his nose up the side of mine. “We’ll finish this conversation over donuts and your fancy-ass coffee machine.”

I nod. He shifts me and falls behind me on my deep sofa, stuffing throw pillows under our heads. I reach for the remote and click up the volume as I settle into his warm chest and the crook of his lap.

The special agent is spooning me. I don’t remember anything that has felt this good in years.

He reaches between us, adjusts his hard-on, and groans into my hair.

I bite my lip.

Donuts and decisions.

All of a sudden, I’m not dreading Saturday as much as I was before.

14

MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS

Micah

“Hey.”

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