Rebound (Manhattan Ruthless #3)

by Sadie Kincaid

Why do I poke so hard? Ah, that’s why, I think as fury flashes in those gorgeous gray eyes once more. For a mere moment, I feel alive at the proof that there’s still something between us—even if that something is only anger.

I’ve taken so much for granted. I assumed my marriage would last, even if it was an endurance test. As far as I was concerned, we were going to be together forever, sparring partners for life.

You’re so much more than just someone’s wife or someone’s daughter—even someone’s grandchild. But it’s up to you to figure out what kind of someone you’re going to be.

This is not a gentle kiss. It’s teeth and lips and need, our tongues fighting against each other, neither of us bothering to breathe. If this were to be my last kiss ever, I’d die a happy man.

“Amber,” I repeat, letting my eyes devour her like she’s on display in a store window. I linger on her breasts, those still-stiff nipples. I swear to god, they pop a little more as I stare. “Pretty name. Take off your dress, Amber.” She looks momentarily surprised, her eyebrows rising. “I said take it off,” I growl. “I want to see you naked. I don’t fuck what I haven’t inspected.”

“Well, this was … interesting. Actually, it was kind of amazing. But it can’t happen again—you know that, don’t you? We can’t let this happen again. I’m not in the market for an … affair? Is that the right word?” “I suppose it is,” I say, stretching my arms over my head. I see her staring, her eyes running over my body and lingering on my abs. As though trying to clear her thoughts, she shakes her head, then slips on her shoes and forces a benign smile. “Whatever it was, like I said, it can’t happen again.” “Worried your husband might find out?” She gives me a wicked grin. “No. I love my husband, but he wouldn’t even notice I was having an affair unless his assistant sent him a memo about it.”

I love this man. I really, truly love him. So why couldn’t I be happy with him?

She knows exactly what she’s doing, the minx.

“The truth is, I learned to stop needing you a long time ago—I realized I couldn’t rely on you. But I never stopped hoping that you would choose me anyway.”

“Stop goading me. I grew up with four brothers. I’m ungoadable.”

For her sake, maybe I should let her go. But I’m not that good of a man—and damn it, I need her in my life.

“We don’t seem able to stay away from each other, do we?” “No, we don’t—and why the fuck should we? You’re mine, Amber, and I’m yours. We can’t give up on us. I won’t give up on us. Not ever.”

And obviously, I’m only ever calling you Bam from here on out.” I shrug. “Better than what you usually call me, I wager.”