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as I slam back down on his cock, my body jolting as the release starts.

“Winnie,” he grunts, watching as I implode around him. I think I say his name, but I can’t be sure. I’m not sure of anything right now except the way he makes me feel.

Familiar.

Harrison’s fingers grip and dig into my flesh as he holds on, thrusting his hips upward and finding his own release. Our gazes never falter as we both come, the sounds of our orgasms filling the room in song. I memorize everything about this moment because when it’s all said and done, and he leaves as planned, I want to think back and recall just how explosive, how magical we were.

When I’m boneless and gasping for air, my body falls forward. His arms instantly wrap around me, holding me firmly against his broad chest. The afternoon sunlight filters through the open blinds, and I’m not really sure what to say. Maybe there’s no need for words. What more could possibly be said that hasn’t been hashed out over recent months?

I instantly relax, listening to his heartbeat and his breathing evening out. Something that feels like regret creeps in. This was definitely a bad idea. The waters have been muddy between Harrison and me for a while—months, even, before the separation—but the one thing that has always been right has been this.

This.

So, for now, I ignore the tinge of regret that’s waiting in the wings and allow myself to find refuge in his arms. As I lie here, it’s that comfort that lulls me to sleep.

Chapter 3

Harrison

It's been two weeks since I made the biggest mistake of my life. Two weeks of wishing things were different. Two weeks of wondering how to change it, how to go back. As I sit here at my desk staring at the piles of paperwork I need to sift through, I can't seem to find it in me to do it. I love this gym. All Fit is my passion. I never dreamed when I started working here right after college, that I would someday be the owner. I've busted my ass to make it a success, and I've done that. I'm in the process of opening two more new locations, and all my hard work has paid off. Except for one small detail.

I lost my wife.

Biggest mistake of my life.

Some might say the mistake is sleeping with said ex-wife on the day of your divorce, but any amount of time with Winnie is never a regret. Before that day, it had been months since I'd touched her soft skin, tasted her sweet lips. Sadly, it had been even longer since I'd been inside her. It's not something a man ever forgets, but the memory of making love to her is nothing like the real thing.

We're still explosive together. I guess you have that with years of familiarity under your belt. Although not everything was familiar, such as her bare pussy. Rage had hit me when I thought she’d done that for someone else. It's the same exact rage racing through me just from the thought that another man gets to touch her. Could be touching her. "Fuck," I mumble, shifting in my chair to adjust my hard cock. That's something else that will never change, not when it comes to Winnie. Just thinking of her has me hard as steel. It's been that way since the day I first laid eyes on her, and I imagine it will be that way until the day I die. She is my Winnie, after all.

She used to be mine.

Balling my hands into fists, my eyes focus in on the W tattoo, a constant reminder of the failure I am. I couldn't keep her happy, and this job was the reason. I didn't put her first, but in my mind, I was doing just that. I was securing us financially for the future, for the family we never got to have. I let myself get zoned into giving her the world, yet lost her in the process.

I miss my wife.

I miss her with an ache deep in my soul. I fucked up, and I don't know how to fix it. I've tried to call her a couple of times since D-day, with no answer. I've sent text messages that have gone unread. I've done everything but show up on our— I mean, her doorstep. Picking up my phone, I pull up my calendar to see what day it is. They've all