“Don’t tell me you aren’t feeling this, too.” She challenges, and I’m damn near on her again. Crowding Sage with my bulk, I stand over her, looking down at those perfect, pouty lips. “Fine. You wanna hear it? You wanna hear me say the words… that my marriage—the one where in the eyes of the public, all but our first child’s name had been picked out—is over. All of it’s done. Except, I’m not free.” My voice is thick with desire and the strain of trying to explain something that I shouldn’t even be saying out loud. “The only thing stopping me from fucking getting my hands on you, Sage, is this
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