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waggle a finger between the two of us, “it’s done. The coffin is closed, sealed, and buried.”

His eyes dip to my lips and a sputtering sensation trips up my heart. He stands without an ounce of effort and saunters my way. I need to step away. My eyes flicker to the door until they’re drawn to his again.

“Now, Chelsea, you know how turned on I get when you’re mad.” He approaches me, the lust in his dark pupils slicing away my icy exterior. Before I can catch my breath, he’s in front of me. Dangerously close.

“Dean.” I put my hand on his chest and my eyes flutter shut from the surge of want that’s channeling between us.

“You feel it. I know you do. It was stupid of us to think it would fade.” His long fingers reach out and he tucks my hair behind my ear. “I can’t stop beating off at the image of you laying on my desk and my head tucked between your thighs.” He steps closer and I feel how hard he’s already becoming.

“We can’t. We already failed at this,” I continue to fight against the need coursing through my veins as my voice loses all its conviction.

“You’re telling me you can walk away right now and not lock yourself in a bathroom stall, pull up your skirt, dip your hand below the elastic of your soaked panties and finger yourself to visions of me grinding in and out of you over…” his voice lowers to a whisper. “And over,” he softly continues, “and over again.”

He always did have the filthiest mouth and I’m woman enough to admit that I loved it.

His fingers move from my ear to the back of my head and his strong thigh separates my legs, pushing my skirt up and placing pressure on my clit.

“We can’t.” He’d be a moron to think I mean it as my head falls back with a sigh. Talk about a guy who has the secret map to my treasure trove.

I raise my head to meet his gaze and we each lick our lips. Our mouths descend, hesitant at first, as though we’re feeling each other out, but it only takes one taste before we’re ravishing each other.

His tongue dives in, my hands grip his strong shoulders and his thigh rises higher between my legs. He swallows down my moan as I lose all sanity.

Somewhere between his tongue down my throat and my hand venturing down to his rock-hard dick, my sanity returns with the impact of a freight train. Instead of pumping his dick, I place my hand on his chest and push him off.

“What?” he asks.

“No, Dean.” I wipe my mouth and straighten my skirt.

“I don’t think you mean it.” He approaches me again, his cocky smile on display.

I smack him.

“Fuck,” he says, his hand covering his now red cheek. “Did you really have to do that?”

“Yes. Jesus, Dean. I’m your ex-wife. You hate me, remember?” I step a good distance away from him, out of the bubble of arousal we were in.

“I’m kind of remembering now.” He holds his cheek.

“That’s it. We’re through. Please respect that.”

He stands straight, and I want him to watch me leave this time around, instead of the cowardly way I did it five years ago after he was passed out.

“You have your wish. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

I open the door and pause for a moment, looking back over my shoulder. “I won’t.”

Shutting the door behind me, I vow to leave him in the past where he belongs.

Chapter Seven

That Friday, I shut my apartment door after saying goodbye to another dud of a date after dinner. Stepping out of my heels, I pick them up and retreat to my bedroom.

“Tonight, I need pajamas, popcorn, and a movie.”

Opening my closet doors, I place my heels next to my other ones and strip out of my dress, thinking back on the date that can only be described with one word—boring.

I’ve been determined to find a straight-laced guy but give me a break. The guy visits his mom every Sunday and keeps a gratitude journal. Sweet yes, but I’m not signing on for that. He volunteers at three different places during the week after he’s done at work. You know when people say you date or marry up? To this guy, I would’ve seemed like the used gum at the bottom of his shoe. He had a damn halo over his head.

Five minutes later, I’m