and. The irony wasn't lost on me. Richard still hadn't come home from his so-called bus

you still in Haw

been home since Sunda

ses about meetings running late. I d

n I heard the familiar purr of Richard's car pulling into the driveway. He'd texted

ing inside and closing it behind him. His smile was ea

swered, standing

his jacket pocket, and produced a sm

necklace sparkled against black

autiful." Genuine surp

pulled me into his arms. "Anything for

ing? But then his tongue found mine, slow and familiar, and old habits took over. I melted into it. God, I ha

memories c

omeone to dig deeper; soon I'd have proof. Rea

gently, forcing a small smile. "You should take

ed me once more-lighter this t

onger I could keep this up. But was he suddenly showing affection? Did he really want m

uch, but he didn't want me as much anymore. Whatever game

oon as I gathered enough evidence, I

w voices drifted from the bathroom. I slipped out of bed and padded quietly to

g, baby," I

He hugged me ba

plan a weekend away-

oward the bed. "Babe, I don't know ye

ould get ready f

see someone who actually wanted

toward the

omise." His smile was so warm and gentle just the way I lik

d over my shoulder, then

my phone buzz

velvet voice sent heat curli

ide the smile in my tone. Damn I

. "Come to my office with those

ed, already biting

lick. He

dy racing. When I stepped inside, I set the files on his d

inhaled slowly, as if savoring the moment, then rose-tal

," he sa

ward the door. "The d

ly, and set me on the edge of his desk. Papers slid sideway

I bre

for

se, T

ck shut. When he returned, he was too close, heat radiating off him. My chest tightened. What the hell

ou going to kiss me now?" His hands

. I wrapped my arms around

I whi

mine-hard, claiming exac

nst me. Teddy cradled my face in both hands, kissing my fore

" he murmured, ey

e down next, and there it was-the thick heat I'd been craving. I wrapped my hand around him a

positioned himself and slid inside. I melted against him, legs trembling, as he began to thrust-slow at first,

shrilled on the d

hispered, clutchi

nock at t

les

ice strained but trying to sound nor

eyes wide. The thrill of almost bein

d calling, but you didn't pick up." Br

lessly and pressing my back to the

gasped unde

says she's

waiting room. I'll

ght,

a guttural "Fuck-" and thrust once, twice more before pulling out

y skirt, tucking my blouse, finger-combin

t flush on his cheeks. He cupped my face gently. "You okay? If yo

is eyes. "Wh

at me fo

smile curved his

oud, voice even