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Looking regretful, he dropped his hold on me and stepped back. “Doesn’t change the facts. You’re married.”

“If I could change things, I would.” My voice held a tinge of panic.

He shook his head. “But that’s the thing. Youcanchange things. All you have to do is ask William for a divorce.”

The thought of ending up back where I started was unfathomable. I’d made countless sacrifices over the last few years. And I’d made a promise to William.

“Archer, I can’t.” A tortured sound accompanied the whispered words.

Nodding, he turned and walked out of the room. His silence was worse than if he’d yelled at me. It felt like he’d already given up when we hadn’t even explored where this was going.

I dragged myself into the bathroom, spending more time than necessary washing my face and changing into one of Archer’s T-shirts. They’d become my favorite thing to wear.

I turned off all the lights as I made my way to the bedroom, leaving the apartment in darkness. The moon was bright enough to avoid hitting any corners or walls.

Archer didn’t say a word when I came into the bedroom, already lying in bed, his body still. Dropping to my knees on what I’d claimed as my side, I slid under the covers.

Despite being this close to him, he felt a million miles away. I swallowed down the tears that were brimming in my eyes. I’d never been good at conflict. And my emotions seemed a thousand times more intense when it came to Archer.

With a muttered curse, he dragged me into his body, his front to my back, his arms around me. He took my hand in his and buried his face in my neck.

I didn’t move, too scared he’d change his mind and turn away again. When he didn’t do anything but hold me, the tension left my body, and I sank into him. He pulled me impossibly closer, and I sighed in relief.

After a few minutes, his breathing evened out, and I followed him shortly after.

* * *

I wokeup to lips on my breast and a hand between my legs. The lips worked their way down my body, nipping, sucking, and kissing. I came awake fully with a needy groan. The dim early morning light showed me Archer’s head that was now between my legs.

My thoughts scattered, and then all I could feel were his reverent touches and kisses. And when my orgasm crashed over me and quivers shook my body, I was sure we’d find our way through this together.

Archer’s familiar body came over me, his mouth finding mine before he thrust inside me, my overly sensitive body welcoming him. I shuddered, and a sense of completeness grew in my chest until my body was awash in happiness.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. Every time with you feels better than the last.”

His words were enough to push me over the edge again. Archer increased his thrusts, drawing out my orgasm before he followed me.

His hands and lips lazily caressed every inch of my skin, our bodies still joined. He turned us so I was lying on top of him. “Marry me.”

I stilled, then closed my eyes. When I opened them again Carter had slid out from under me and I whimpered at losing his skin on mine.

Sitting up, I pulled the sheet up, clutching it to my chest. “I’m already married.”

“Then get a divorce. I can take care of you. I have plenty of money. It’s not mansion by the beach and private plane money, but it’s enough for both of us.”

My insides froze with the realization that this would always stand between us. We couldn’t really be together while I was still married to William. “You knew I was married going into this.”

“It’s not a real marriage.”

“I still made a vow.”

His eyes lost their spark and his face shut down. “So you’re choosing him.”

I jumped up, the sheet fluttering to the bed. “I’m not choosing anyone. I’m trying to do the right thing. Why can’t you understand that?”

He nodded, his body losing some of its tightness. “I need to get ready for work.”

The click of the bathroom door shot through my body and I dropped down on the bed. The shower turned on and I pulled on the first clothes I could find. Dressed in jeans and a sweater I packed my things.

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