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her son?”
    Jealousy
doesn’t exist in her tone or even on her pretty face. There’s
awe and wonderment. I duck my head, unable to hold her gaze, because
I don’t want her assigning qualities me to that I don’t
deserve.
    Shrugging,
I pick out a new melody on my guitar. “Her husband died two
years ago, in Afghanistan, and they moved to Sweetland looking for
work. She cleans a bunch of houses year round, including mine, but I
thought it would be nice for her to actually stay in one of them.”
    “You
hire someone else to clean up after her, don’t you? And you pay
her while she stays here,” she says, and I feel my cheeks grow
hot. I don’t want this to matter to her, and I don’t want
her digging deeper. She won’t find a buried treasure—all
she’ll find is me.
    “Maybe.”
Cute feet, without toenail polish, appear in my vision. I look up.
    Bliss
is looking down, a serious expression on her face. She kneels beside
me, sitting on her calves. Her hand covers mine where it rests on the
neck of my guitar. Her touch is soft, yet firm.
    “I
never got to say thank you,” she says, and my brows crease
together.
    “Why
would you say thank you?”
    A
small smile graces her lips. “For saving me.”
    I
saved her? “From what?” Or is it a who? Then I remember
her words, the morning after we married. You
made a promise to me, but I guess holding you to something that you
don’t remember isn’t fair.
    “Everything.”
    Then
she leans in, pressing her lips to mine. I stop playing, my hand
going to her face and cupping the side. She doesn’t owe me
anything, and I sure as hell don’t want a pity kiss or screw.
But I can’t help but asking, “Are you sure?”
    “It’s
just a kiss.”
    With
a groan, I deepen the kiss, my hand sliding to the back of her neck.
Her hair tickles the back of my hand. When I feel the first touch of
her tongue against mine, I completely lose it, practically throwing
my guitar to the side.
    I
lower Bliss to the floor, settling between her thighs and resting my
arms on either side of her. Our lips fuse, and my brain screams at me
to stop. But then she rocks against me, where my cock is hard, and my
eyes water. Brain function ceases.
    “Damn,
you taste good,” I murmur with my next breath.
    “So
do you.”
    “Kiss me,”
I beg, unable to comprehend how much I want Bliss. How much I want
this one simple kiss.
    Her
fingers tangle in my hair and the kiss goes from simple to burning
need. Suddenly, I’m kissing her like my life depended on it,
like I’ll never kiss her again.
    Tongue
gliding over tongue, small kisses to the corners of my mouth and my
chin. I turn my head to the side, biting on my own damn lip when she
licks me behind my ear. “Oh hell.”
    “Should
I stop? Should we stop?” She asks each question after each
kiss. “Oh God, I don’t want to stop.”
    When
the hell did she get so chatty? “Then don’t.”
    Nodding,
she kisses me again, rubbing her body against mine and making me
harder than ever. I can’t stop my hands from touching her,
gliding over the side of her face and lower still to the most perfect
breasts ever created.
    I
cup one, feeling the nipple harden under my palm, and then run my
hand down the side of her body, gripping a curvy thigh and pulling it
around my waist.
    “I
like that,” she says in that shy but straightforward way of
hers.
    “Wrap
the other one around me, and you’ll love it.”
    She
whimpers and purrs, and I’m dying, dying to get inside of her.
But I can’t, not like I want. She’s a virgin.
    “If
we do this, I’ll go real slow, baby doll.”
    “If
we do this, then we’ll be married and have to get a divorce,”
she gasps, blinking up at me. Her green eyes are focused on me,
though I don’t remember removing her glasses. Maybe she did.
    “Divorce
would be the only outcome?” My body goes rigid and not from
wanting her. Hadn’t Violet said the same damn thing to me,
about us, about why she was glad that we’d never