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As if she’d lost the ability to move, his erection pressed into the cradle between her hip bones.
    He twisted her wrist and exposed the weird new sunspot. Or maybe it was an age spot. But, she wasn’t even forty yet.
    Gaze still on hers, he brought her wrist to his mouth, and very, very gently, he pressed his lips to the mark. As if he were made of electricity, a current sparked from his mouth into her body. She could tell it wasn’t meant to be sexual. But the sensation was indescribable. Power rushed down her arm and flooded her body, fizzed through her blood, mushroomed into a storm, and sensitized her skin. Her womb clenched. Her breasts swelled. Her whole body trembled on the brink of an incredible orgasm.
    Every nerve ending was on fire, on the cusp of imploding and bringing her to her knees.
    He frowned at her. Shadows hovered in his slate gray eyes. His face was implacable. No emotion. No horror. But no happiness either.
    Their bodies touched, Angelina aroused and on the precipice of falling over that edge. But he never fell with her. Not once in the entire time they’d engaged in this dream had he fallen with her. And suddenly she was pissed.
    “How come you never....” She waved her free hand at him.
    His gaze shadowed and his face unsmiling, he pressed his erection against her clitoris, right on the sweet spot, and she was drowning. He moaned, low and deep, and the rumble vibrated through his chest and into her.
    She shook with the force of her orgasm, coming down from the high with a sudden rush as she realized once again he had not come with her. “Why not?” she asked fiercely.
    “It is forbidden.” And he disappeared.

SIX
    Her almost ex-husband brought his girlfriend to their divorce hearing.
    Angelina’s blood boiled. Thank goodness the kids weren’t with her. She waited for the rush of anguish and the crushing sense of failure that usually accompanied her contact with Gary. As Angelina studied them both, she realized that she really was over Gary. She may have failed her marriage. Likely, she’d failed because of a poor choice. The good news was that even if he wanted her back, she wasn’t interested. Time and distance had given her the perspective she needed.
    The family courtroom, devoid of embellishment, was a stark reminder of what she desired. To simplify her life and focus on her children.
    That was all she wanted. She didn’t need any more complications or distractions.
    She glanced cursorily around then rested her gaze on Gary and his girlfriend. The sad fact was she had hired Candy, yeah that really was her name, the personal fitness trainer, as a Christmas present to help Gary get into shape and into better health. Candy had been excruciatingly thin and muscular, with fake boobs that Gary always said he hated. He started out as an overweight, doughnut-eating, scotch-swilling surgeon, but by the time Candy was done with him, he’d lost his love handles, his gut, and Angelina.
    Asshole. Sorry, Brandt.
    After Gary moved out, Angelina had been lackluster about her own fitness schedule and now she needed to hire Candy. Except, wait, she couldn’t afford her.
    Angelina sat in the austere courtroom beside her lawyer, a very nice woman in a trim, efficient navy suit who was hopefully shark enough to make sure he didn’t steal her legacy from her grandmother, so her kids could go to college and she could keep a house she didn’t want, to maintain some stability for the kids.
    Angelina had tried to summon the energy to dress up for the hearing but she’d woken from her nap and barely had time to shower and throw on clothes, a boring black, long-sleeved, scoop neck cable sweater and even more boring black Ann Taylor trousers that were a little too snug thanks to the weight she’d gained. She’d let her hair air dry, never a good move, and only managed to slather on lip gloss she’d left in the car as she rushed over to the court.
    Grammy would be appalled.
    “Good. You look