He tugged her harder against him.
“Liv, I’m not going to sit back and do nothing. Don’t even ask that of me. You should know that’s not who I am. That’s not what the Dufort family does.”
Oh, shit.
Her eyes widened. She’d totally overlooked Fletcher’s nature. His lifestyle.
Of course, he wasn’t going to let this go. He was a powerful man who didn’t have a clue how powerless some people were.
This wasn’t something he could fix, but as he’d said, he wasn’t going to let it go.
He had to.
Fletcher and all the Dufort men were powerful, but they didn’t have children. They didn’t understand the consequences of losing a child.
Her heart began to pound.
The last thing she wanted was for the two of them to get so entangled in this desire they had for each other that it destroyed their lives.
She had to draw a strong line in the sand, so he knew where the boundaries were.
“Fletch, stop. The reason I told you about this was so you would understand why we can’t be involved. Even if Daniel changed the company policy, I still can’t be with you.
“You’re too well known, and the media follow your love life like a pack of hyenas. Simon would find out and then... well, I could lose Sammy.”
His jaw stiffened.
She ran her hand down his arm and let her eyes soften as they drifted back to his. “You said you wanted to do that fifty more times. I don’t know if I can do that many, but I have a few more rounds in me until morning.”
Fletcher groaned. “I’m not letting this—”
“Yes, you are. But you don’t need to let me go just yet,” she said, as his body shifted and he tugged her underneath him.
Olivia gave him a sexy smile.
Tomorrow she’d be grieving the loss of what could never be between them.
Fletcher was everything she wanted in a man. He was smart, funny, successful, protective, and caring.
She just hoped he wouldn’t poke the bear that was her ex-husband. She didn’t want to regret this night with Fletcher.