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talking with these in my hands,” he told her, then before she could stop him, he lifted her shirt off and tossed her bra aside.
    She leaned back against the steering wheel as he grabbed up her round breasts, fondling them slowly. They looked like fucking erotic art in the moonlight. “Talk,” he challenged.
    “We can’t talk like this!”
    He did something tight and tugging, making her moan. “Only way,” he told her.
    “God, Vincent.” Her hands reached for his shoulders and her soft center humped his erection again.
    “We’re both married,” she finally gasped.
    He stopped ... while holding her breasts in his hands and her hard nipples under his thumb. “So?” he muttered, trying to see her gaze in the moonlight, but all he could see were pinpoints in her irises.
    She heaved a breath, filling his hands more with her pillowy flesh. “I just knew I’d never be the one to cheat on my marriage,” she whispered.
    He could point out that she already did. “I get you,” he replied, then he let go of her perfect breasts and clasped the satin across her back, pulling her against him, their noses almost touching. He knew jack about pretty, delicate, soft women. Well, strike that, he knew about them from his charity work, but never intimately. He guessed he should do everything the opposite, as say, he’d done with Luna. “I never cheated,” he told her.
    He had to say if they were going to talk, this was the way to do it. So close. Her arms came around his neck and he played with the ends of her silky hair, alternating with strokes of her back. Each little stroke of his fingers made her do a small catch of breath that he liked.
    “I’d have bet you didn’t,” she murmured, her breath warm against his mouth. “Vincent, I’m never going back to him,” she whispered.
    “That’s good, beautiful,” he replied, tightening around her, then loosening a bit. “You afraid of him?” he asked quietly.
    She nodded slowly, and he felt her temple touch his, then leave. “Some.” She took a breath as if fortifying herself. “He was different, nicer, last time I left him for cheating.”
    Vincent stilled. They had some ugly marriage messes in common. Like cheating.
    “But he got in with a tough crowd, somehow through promotions at big venues, and he’s changed in the last couple of years.”
    He grabbed her hair, bunching it at the back of her head. “How?”
    “I think he had a guy that innocently flirted with me beat up badly, as in bad enough to go to the emergency room with a hospital stay after.” Her arms tightened around his neck and her face went past him, until she hugged against the side of his face. “It’s like he doesn't want me, but he doesn't want anyone else to have me. So I can leave him. I think. He won’t get too nasty as long as he gets no hint of ...”
    “Of another man in your bed,” Vincent finished for her, and he felt her nod.
    “I think,” she whispered.
    Vincent used her hair until she was looking at him again. “First, no man lets other men flirt with his woman.” She started to interrupt, but he talked over her. “Hospital stay and bad beating is extreme as long as it was one-sided flirting? And not yours. But, baby, my ball and chain acts the same fucked-up way.”
    “She does?” Tess asked, sounding disbelieving. “Ball and chain is your wife, right?”
    “Yeah,” he muttered. “Now that I’m finally fucking thinking without my dick. I can’t let you get in her headlights.” He let go of Tess’ hair, and reached to the side of her. “You. Her. She’d hurt you.” His hand found soft material, and he said too damn roughly, “Put your shirt on, Tess.”
    Tess didn’t argue with Vincent when he used his gravelly, deep voice with command, but a hint of harshness that she wanted to believe was bitter disappointment. She didn’t argue when he shut off, got distant, and set her away from him. Her body screamed for more of his heat and her mind screamed for