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she hadn’t been thinking about her disintegrating
marriage, her hurtful asshole husband, the cheating, or any of it at all.
    She’d
been too busy having an amazingly hot and dazzling affair with a man who was
the definition of manly . She’d have to mull it all over later at work,
because she didn’t have time then to analyze it.
    Moments
later, when she came slowly down the stairs, she could smell coffee, while her
gaze searched for Vincent. Next she sighed with a happy and excited breath at
the sight of him, leaning on the kitchen island with his shirt opened, his feet
bare, and his ridged belly drawing her gaze down to the unzipped top of his
jeans. Wow. Tingles leisurely tingled through her and she wondered if she'd
ever been more attracted to a man as she acutely felt the truly good soreness
between her legs. Vincent watched her over the rim of his coffee mug, tilted to
his lips, as his gaze roamed over her.
    She’d
chosen a pleated, leather mini skirt with a ruffled, print camisole and a pair
of leopard-print short, kit boots with four inch heels. She might have gone
overboard trying to impress Vincent, but his gaze said, even though her hair
was still wet, he liked what he saw.
    He set
his coffee cup on the island top and he started to walk toward her with
intentions striking his features. They met before she took the last step down
and it put her to his height with her heels on.
    “You
wear this to work?” His voice was low as he latched onto her waist with his
gaze traveling over her, down to her sexy boots. Then he commanded, “Tonight. You
naked. In just those.”
    He was
looking at her leopard kit boots, that were very hot, and the tingles turned into
heated throbs caused by his words. She wasn’t going to be able to get his sexy,
hot idea out of her head all day.
    Then his
voice rumbled, “Hell, there's not time for what I wanna do to you this second.”
    His hand
grabbed her ass and skirt, pulling her to him. She laughed with excitement,
bracing her hand on his shoulders, then she mimicked his deep voice. “Hell,
there’s no time for what I want to do to you this second.” Her hands
stroked down the warm tight skin on his bare chest, showing him how she felt
about his shirt being open. He chuckled and she loved the sound of it.
    “We’re
never going to get a chance to talk,” he muttered.
    She
tilted her head, while roaming her hands down the sides of his cut waist.
“There's no pillow talk with you,” she agreed. “Afterward there's only wipe-out
glow.”
    He
grabbed her waist, lifting her in the air, and she quickly grasped his
shoulders. “Wipe-out glow, is it?” He brought her down slowly, pressed into his
body the entire way. “Might have to call you to talk.” Then he said, “Give me
that pretty mouth, no tongue, so you can get to work.”
    That
sounded so good she did it, winding her arms over his shoulders so she balanced
on the tip of her kit boots, while he grasped her wet hair and moved her mouth
to his. Right before their lips touched, he said, “Easy on me now.”
    She
laughed as they started their kiss, which did turn hot even without tongue. She
was lost in their hot kissing, and not tracking, but there was a clicking
sound, a rattle, and then Vincent stiffened against her. Next a voice threw her
completely out of the kiss.
    “Who the
hell is she! ”
    Vincent’s
lips tore from hers. “Fuck,” he barked, dropping her and standing back.
    The
screech got louder. “That’s Steven’s fucking bitch!”
    It was
Luna freaking Whitehorse standing in the entryway with what looked like a key
for the condo in her hand. Tess stumbled back to the stairway and grabbed the
rail as Vincent moved to the island, but in front of her. With a vicious throw,
Luna threw her key ring at Vincent with such force it would have cut him had he
not ducked to the side.
    “You’re
fucking her!” Luna screeched. She stomped forward. “Are you fucking her!” Her
beautiful face was twisted.