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breasts, nipples hard as little pebbles, against my side.
    “Good. I called you twice today and the stupid secretary pretended she didn’t even know who I was.”
    “Sorry.” I kissed the top of her head. “What’d you call for?”
    “Just…my editor’s putting pressure on me to finish the story about you.”
    “You’re still going with that?”
    She raised up enough so that I could see her pretty face. “Why not?”
    “Because we’ve been fucking for almost two weeks.”
    “I can be impartial.”
    I touched the side of her face, sliding my fingertips over the curve of her jaw before tangling my fingers in her hair. I pulled her up to me and kissed her roughly.
    “I’m not sure I can be.”
    She groaned. “This is important to me, Brian.”
    “What’s the article going to be about?”
    “How you turned a small security firm into this big conglomerate. You own like three fast food franchises, a car wash franchise, and a couple of casinos. That’s pretty impressive.”
    “Is it?”
    “And you have your sons working there at the company with you every day. How do you do that without stepping on their toes, or making them feel less than successful?” A dark cloud flashed in her eyes. “I don’t think I could work with my dad. I’d be too afraid of disappointing him.”
    “My boys know that they couldn’t disappoint me—no matter what they do.”
    “That’s bullshit.”
    I groaned. “I love it when you talk dirty.”
    She laughed, even as she untangled my fingers from her hair and climbed from the bed. “Tell me something the whole world doesn’t already know about you.”
    I watched her walk around the room, searching her pockets and her bag for something.
    “I desperately want to bend you over my desk and fuck you till you can’t walk straight.”
    She shot me a dirty look.
    “What? No one else knows that.”
    “Seriously, Brian.”
    I lay back and threw my arm over my eyes. “I hired a woman as my assistant that I had an affair with years ago.”
    “You what?”
    I peeked at her, wondering what she looked like when she was jealous. However, she had stepped into the living room, so all I could see was the reflection of her naked form in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door.
    “The woman I hired today. We had an affair years ago.”
    “Why did you hire her?”
    “Because she needed a job, and I needed someone I could work with.”
    “But you’ve slept with her?”
    I peeked at her again and found her watching me from the doorway. The light was dim, laying shadows all over her curves, but there was no hiding those perfectly rounded breasts or those full hips with the perfectly trimmed bush between them. I rolled onto my side, hiding the erection that was beginning to make itself known. But she could see it, I knew she could. There was a slight tilt to her mouth, a smile that was as suggestive as it was expressive.
    “Should I be jealous?” she asked.
    “I don’t know. Would you be jealous if I bedded another woman?”
    “Of course. This might not be a committed relationship, but I like to think it’s mutually monogamous.”
    That made about as much sense as Abigail’s argument that our separations were meant to be a time of deeper commitment, not less. However, I liked the idea that Rachel could be jealous of anything I might or might not do.
    And there was little chance I would cheat on her simply for the fact that I couldn’t keep up with her, my work, and another woman.
    “When did you have an affair with this woman?”
    “Years ago, when my boys were babies.”
    “Sean and Killian.”
    “Yeah. Killian was like two and Sean was still cooking.”
    “You fucked around while your wife was pregnant?”
    “She threw me out of the house.”
    “And you took that as permission to take a lover?”
    “Wouldn’t you?”
    “No. I would assume she was hormonal or something.”
    “Yeah, well, you didn’t know Abigail. She didn’t get hormonal. She was just