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of my hands and glares at me.

“I thought I was hurting you,” I explain.

“You weren’t. But if you don’t put your dick back in my mouth, I’ll hurt you.” She yanks me forward. I glide back into her hot mouth. Her groans of pleasure vibrate around my cock every time I thrust into the pleasure palace of her mouth.

I don’t last ten seconds.

I come so hard that the rumble that started in my chest leaves my mouth in a growl. I throw my head back and. I shoot off - thick and fast – releasing all the tension, all my need, all my love, all my anger that I’ve held back like a tightly drawn bow flies out of me, and she takes it all.

She releases me with one last long suck and then falls back onto the rug with a groan. Her arms and legs sprawl artlessly while she stares up at the ceiling, panting.

“Regan, what are we doing?” I reach for her.

She rolls away and stands up, tugs her dress up and looks down at me with her hands folded in front of her like a fucking schoolteacher. “We shouldn’t have done that. You…your job, my kids, our families…there’s just so much going on.” She starts pacing back and forth.

“My job?” What the hell does that mean? I sit up and start straightening my clothes and watch her pace.

“You’ve got your whole life ahead of you and I live a life incompatible with that. I have kids, you don’t want them. I live here. You want to travel. Your job has a morality clause, and I’m married, stained.” She slaps her chest with her open palm.

“Wait, what?” I stand, surprised at her mentioning my job again.

She keeps pacing, almost talking to herself. “I’ve done everything I can to protect you, but the minute we start dating, people will know. And everything I’ve done will be for naught. Marcel will ruin you. And for what? For a woman you don’t even know?”

“I do know you.” I put my hands on her shoulders.

“You don’t,” she snarls, and bares her teeth at me. “I’m not the girl you fell in love within that bakery or even on that beach. You like fucking me, but you couldn’t last five minutes in this fire with me.”

I lurch away, her words are like a backhanded slap in the face. If she notices my reaction, she doesn’t show it. She’s ranting, pacing, talking to herself.

“I’m trying to save Venus Rising, I’m trying to keep my children from spinning out of control and I am trying to let you go because it is for the best.”

“You’ll see. You’ll move on. You have to,” and then, she walks out and leaves me sitting there by myself.

I don’t go after her. I don’t trust myself to. I’ve never been so close to actually breaking something as I am right now. I stalk out to my car.

I can’t believe what a fool I’ve been. Thinking that this woman knew me and trusted me.

There hasn’t been a challenge in my life I haven’t been able to figure out. And this…this shouldn’t be a challenge at all. We are so fucking right together. But here we are.

And here we’ll stay.

I could go back inside and tell her I would have given up my job, my passport, whatever I had to, to protect her and what we have.

I could say it until I’m blue in the face.

And she’d never hear me.

I’ve already handed her my heart on a platter twice, and, both times, she’s found it lacking. So, she wants me out of her system. Then, that’s what she’ll get.

Chapter 48

The Jezebel

Regan

The Jezebel Podcast: Episode 35

“Hey ladies, I know we’re still taking a victory lap after Dr. Zimmerman’s downfall, so you’ll have to forgive me for being a Debbie Downer. But my life has come a little too full circle recently. You all have heard my story; you know what happened to me in that house. But what you don’t know is that I’m a total hypocrite. It took me almost twenty years to tell my mother. I’ve never told my brothers or any of the friends I made, before or since. Not because I’m ashamed of what those men did to me, but because I know that it was my fault. My best friends lived a nightmare because I thought I was untouchable and led them straight into a trap I should have seen coming. When I had the chance to