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for
him to find later, so they could do a little reliving. But then he
remembered the photo of his sons. Thursday morning he’d found it
knocked over, he’d assumed by the cleaning staff. Now, there was
another possibility. His blood pumped faster.
    “She told me that you know about the things
she does,” Jessica went on as if he’d been silent way too long.
“And that you’re okay with it all. But I wasn’t sure...” She
trailed off uncertainly.
    Goddammit. There was no doubt now, and he was
pissed Ruby had put him in this position. “Sit down.” He indicated
the chair Jessica had just vacated.
    She sat, perched primly on the edge, her
knees jiggling again. “I know it’s not my business, but if you
don’t know about it, I just couldn’t stand by,” she prattled
on.
    He held up the panties. “And these?”
    She rolled her lips between her teeth and
chewed on them a moment. “She left them behind, and I put them
there as evidence.”
    Jesus. How could Ruby be so stupid as to
flaunt their unconventional sex life?
    How could she fuck Bradley Palmer? Her bad
taste was the worst crime of all.
    “I realize it must have been a shock,” he
said, obviously understating. “I’m sorry you were caught in the
middle. But Ruby is right, I do know.” He wasn’t defending; he
simply refused to lie about it.
    Except that Ruby wasn’t supposed to pull this
kind of crap at work. She wasn’t supposed to do it at home either.
He didn’t want one or both of his sons walking in. Sure, they were
in high school—he had them two weekends every month—but they didn’t
need to know anything he and Ruby did.
    All Ruby had needed to do was show a little
discretion.
    “Oh,” Jessica said. Emotions flitted across
her face. Confusion, consternation, then condemnation.
    He didn’t know why he let that look bother
him. He’d always known how other people would react to his kinky
desires. He was divorced because of it. In heated moments, he and
his ex had occasionally fantasized about her being with other men,
but when he finally said he’d like to do it for real, she’d frozen
him out.
    With that very look Jessica wore now.
    Goddamn Ruby for doing this.
    Jessica stood, hugging her folder to her
chest. “I don’t understand,” she said, bewildered like a child
faced with her first dead goldfish. “Don’t you feel cheated?”
    He couldn’t say that love had never entered
into it with Ruby ; that was between Ruby and
him. “I’m not wired like most men.” Yet he knew it would
explain nothing. Jessica couldn’t understand. His ex-wife had never
understood his needs. In the end, she left because of them.
    Jessica seemed to gulp down air. “How can you
let her do that to you?”
    He rose to look down on her. Her gaze was
stricken. He realized she’d allowed this to torment her for two
days. On his behalf. “She didn’t do it to me. She didn’t
hurt me. It’s the way I like it.”
    She dropped the folder to her side and stared
at him as if he weren’t the man she’d worked for—and hopefully
admired—for the past three years. He actually felt diminished.
    Jessica finally looked away. “She said it
turns you on.”
    “It does,” he admitted. He owed her the truth
after what Ruby had put her through.
    “She said”—she licked her lips—“that you love
to have sex with her afterwards.”
    Her mouth glistened. Her eyes were a deep
blue, the pupils wide. A blush colored her cheeks. She was
breathing faster, a pulse fluttering at her throat. And beneath the
blouse, her nipples were hard peaks.
    Looking at her, he was inexplicably hard. It
wasn’t about Ruby; it was suddenly about Jessica, the intimate
conversation, his earlier thoughts about her appeal. “I do.”
    “Did you have sex with her when she came home
on Wednesday?” she asked softly.
    The conversation was heated, the office walls
closer, the desk between them barely any separation at all. He
watched the rise and fall of her breasts. Like a wild