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That’s another reason to do what wearrangedto do and tell the truth.

Miles leans forward, resting his forearms on the table. His body looks even more powerful in that position, hunched over so that his muscles push through his shirt, his strength even more evident. Or maybe it’s his anger pushing through, pissed at me for not keeping my word.

“I’m sorry you had to find out this way,” Mom says. “Thank you, Miles.”

“What for?” he says in a gruff tone.

“For being there when those men confronted Layla. I hate she has to have anything to do with those people.”

“Except the one I work for?”

“Graham has changed his life. He’s been clean for years. That’s not the same for Josh and the others.”

I sigh, nodding, as the anger rises and falls.

We drink our coffee quietly.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

Miles

“Go on,” Layla says once Noah and Elena have left for work.

Layla has a day off today, and I don’t have to head into the office until later. My work’s currently slow while they finish my office. It’s a blessing and a curse because it means I get to see my woman as often as I want, and a curse for the same reason—more time for betrayal.

She turns to me, staring across the hallway, her wild hair cascading to her shoulders. She’s wearing a baggy PJ top that shows her bra through the material, stirring hunger in me, but her lips are turned downward, pain touching her features.

“Go on?” I ask.

“You can yell at me now.” She pushes past me into the living room. “We were supposed to tell them. You were—are—ready, but I chickened out. I ruined it. I turned you into a liar.”

“I’ve been a liar since this started,” I snap, following her.

“You didn’t lie. You just didn’t tell me how you felt, but you want to do the right thing.”

I walk across the room and take her hands. She tightens her grip on me immediately, as though she’s been waiting for the contact, as eager for it as I always am.

“I lied about my reason for bringing my business home and settling down.”

Her eyes snap open wide, reminding me of her virginity. It’s all I’ve been able to think about, dominating my mind, even louder than knowing we weresupposedto tell Noah and Elena the truth.

“It was for you,” I say fiercely. “I wanted to be closer to you. I knew it was a mistake even as I was doing it.”

“And now?” she whispers. “Do youstillthink it’s a mistake?”

“I should, but I can’t.”

I kiss her hard, grabbing her sweet ass at the same time. She’s wearing shorts, letting me slip my hand beneath the fabric and massage her bare skin. We end up on the couch, Layla on the bottom, my manhood pushing forcefully against my shorts. Our clothes are thin, as though we knew this was where it would end, our lust making imprints on each other’s bodies.

“Miles,” she whispers between kisses. “Not here.”

“I know.” I groan, kissing her again.

She shifts against me, her legs opening, and I lean down and drive my manhood against her groin, grinding up and down so we both feel our bodies roaring at us.

Start a family. Now.

She gasps, “Miles, p-please.”

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