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“Jus Comment down.” AD Send gift Soraya’s eyes are buining holes through Knox’s, more from disbelief than hurt. Then she turns to grab her purse from the couch and rummages ?nslati pulls out the key ring, and tosses it toward the table. The metal clatters against the wood. “You know where to find me when…

“The five million?” I cough. What? “No,” Knox replies. “Five hundred grand.” “Four million.” “Five hundred grand.” “Don’t try to be smart, Knox.” He doesn’t even blink. “Let’s just settle for one million. Five hundred now. Five hundred later.” My mouth falls open. Literally falls open. I turn to him like he’d just suggested selling…

A woman in fur. Full fur. And dark glasses that scream European wealth. Her hair is up in the kind of bun only rich grandmothers can get away with. If I hadn’t recognized her face, I would’ve recognized that bun anywhere. June Mercer. My heart skips. She’s halfway across the street, but her head tilts,…

“You don’t need to. I’ll just find my way home from there.” “No.” He stands. “I don’t want you going home. In fact, move in with me.” The laugh that escapes me is involuntary, light and disbelieving. “Knox, that’s too fast.” “Too fast? I’m not asking us to get married right now.” “Moving in together…

“You’re under the sheets. I’m only sitting here because I figured it’s a bad idea to wake Knox spontaneously, him being ex-military and paranoid. Don’t want to get tackled down.” Her tone is light, indifferent. Like I’m the one being dramatic for questioning her. I push myself higher up the bed, sheet still clutched to…

Right then, someone clears their throat. “Attention, please,” she says. We all look up, quieting down. I recognized her voice even before looking. Soraya. She’s at the center of the room, holding a bottle of Macallan with the label turned out, her posture so confident. “I don’t care what you all think about speeches,” she…

“Eyes on me,” I say sharply. “I’m the one talking to you.” She turns, her expression tightening. “Did you have a problem with my speech, Sloane?” “I had every problem with it. You were given divorce papers to sign, and suddenly you’re making a speech about spending more years married together. What was that all…

“Are we going to talk about it?” “About what?” “Those feelings.” “Not while you’re naked.” “When? Because I’m not putting my clothes back on, Knox.” “Then I might need to run away. Because I’m not having tender thoughts about you right now “I don’t want you to.” I step closer. “I want you to use…

He kisses my left labia, then my right, his lips soft, a stark contrast to the intensity of the nipple suckers vibrating up here. And then he’s in my heat again, tongue diving in, licking, lapping, tasting. Every touch drives me wild. I wiggle my waist, trying to get closer, trying to deepen the connection,…

He doesn’t stop. He moves with the kind of purpose that makes the floorboards feel thinner underfoot. I follow him back down the tight stairwell, through the narrow confessional door. My phone light bounces off the floor. I glance up at him ahead, surprised he doesn’t need the light. Of course he doesn’t. He knows…