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The idiot men around the table guffawed at his antics while the women looked slightly uncomfortable. How she would’ve loved to set these misogynistic men straight. Tell them her and Johnny didn’t even share a bedroom no less have sex. Or how the very thought of anything physical with this Neanderthal made her skin crawl.
For a reason Cheryl never understood, the rich were enthralled with Johnny’s brash humor and insolent ways. Like they were living vicariously through him voicing what they only dared to think. Getting away with things they’d never try with their stick up the ass wives.
When the laughter died down Cheryl excused herself, then escaped to the back end of the room toward the restrooms. She wanted to lock herself in one of the stalls and never come out. Putting up with Johnny’s behavior was one thing but doing it in front of Nick surpassed her limits.
She passed the men’s room and veered right toward the ladies’ room when a hand grabbed her by the arm, and hustled her further down the hallway, then spun her around until her back hit the wall.
Her yelp was swallowed by a searing kiss. Her traitorous body reacted to the familiar touch and a dangerous memory. A millisecond later she pushed against his shoulders and the dim lighting illuminated his face.
“I couldn’t wait any longer.” Nick covered her lips with his again and this time she pushed him back immediately.
“Stop,” she hissed.
“No.” He dove in again.
She turned her head away. “You have to stop.”
“Fine.” Nick took a step back and spread his arms wide. “Leave.” His dark eyes bore into her, calling her bluff, making her execute the next move. Tense seconds ticked by, his eyes locked with hers, daring her. When she didn’t make a move he slid his palms down her bare back placing kisses along her neck until she melted into him.
“Just like I thought.” He deepened the kiss until their tongues were teasing and swirling together in a dance they knew so well. He pressed her tighter to him and her body responded just as it had done ten years ago. The same sensations, the same thrill, but this wasn’t years ago, this was here and now—and this could not be happening.
She wiggled out of his hold. “We can’t do this.”
“Why?” he mumbled against her lips.
Her mind scrambled for an answer. “I’m married.”
“Ha,” he barked out the laugh. “And you look so fuckin’ happy.” Sarcasm dripped off every word. “What I wanna know is, why?”
“I . . . I?—”
“Don’t dare say you love him.”
“And what if I did?” she challenged hoping for any way out of this disastrous situation.
“Even you couldn’t sell that lie.”
She sagged against him and he circled her waist guiding her further down the corridor into a dark alcove shielded from anyone in the main hallway. He laid his body against hers and she drank in his musky cologne. The hard planes of his muscled torso were so firm and strong. She ran her hands over hisshoulders and down his biceps her eyes stopping at the tattoo peeking through the open neck of his shirt.
This man was made for sin.
She traced the edges of the ink with her fingertip. “That’s new.”
“Mmmm.” He attacked the soft skin below her ear.
“Tell me what it means.” She desperately tried to distract him, make him stop rekindling her desire, but he ignored her question.
He smoothed his fingers over her cheek. “I still can’t believe it’s you.”
“It’s me.” Her voice sounded small in the darkness as an overwhelming need to grab onto him and never let go surrounded her.
He cupped her jaw. “We have to talk.”
“We’re talking right now.”
“Really talk.”
Cheryl’s eyes darted over his shoulder.
