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I was up and gone within seconds, heart thrumming in my chest. The fact that Davina wanted me to rescue Autumn told me she still trusted me on the smallest level. I’d take what I could get and wouldn’t let her down.

“Joey?” I removed his hand from Autumn’s ass and squeezed the shit out of his wrist. “Stay away from my wife,” I growled.

“Oh jeez.” Autumn rolled her eyes and giggled. “Ex-wife, Eli.Ex-wife.”

“Beat it, dipshit.” I sneered at Manwhore Joey.

“Sorry, Mr. Morgan, I didn’t know.”

I collected Autumn into my arms. It was like coming home when her body pressed to mine. “Boo, are you okay?”

She dropped her face onto my chest—right over my heart, as she always did when we slow danced—and wrapped her arms around my waist. In turn, I placed one hand on her back and the other just above her ass. If she’d let me, I’d stay out here all night with her.

“You’re an arrogant SOB, Eli Morgan. Busting in like you’re the king of SJI. Well, I have news for you. You’re not. Just because women fall at your feet, panting like dogs in heat wherever you go, it means nothing.” She didn’t shove me away as I expected. No, she fisted the lapel of my coat like she was afraid of letting go.

I smirked and held her closer, brushing my fingers down her back, relishing the feel of her warm, soft skin. Three years I’d gone without touching her. I was in heaven right now.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Yes, Boo. I’m listening. You know I don’t give a shit about any other woman, only you.”

She lifted her head off my chest and stared into my eyes for a long second. My stomach twisted. “I don’t know that, Eli. If your career could mean more to you than me, so can another woman.”

Fuck, she never cowered away from calling me out on shit. The career part was correct. I was an asshole, an arrogant, selfish asshole. But another woman? She was out of her fucking mind if she thought any woman could hold a candle to her.

I cradled one side of her face in my hand and stroked her cheek with my thumb. “I’m so damn sorry, baby. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Just give me a chance.”

Her eyes glimmered, but it wasn’t with tears. They were glossy from the liquor she’d had. She might not remember any of this tomorrow.

I lowered my mouth to hers, desperate for a taste, just a small one. Autumn didn’t retract but met me halfway. Our breath mingled, noses touching and lips brushing against each other. My chest was heavy and tight. The anticipation of what might unfold tonight was nearly unbearable. I ached to be inside my wife so fucking much.

As we connected, our tongues darting out, the world faded away.

We kissed in a reacquainting manner. Hesitant at first, but the longer it lasted, the more passionate it became. I gathered by the way Autumn inhaled me and fiercely fisted my tuxedo coat, she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

My cock strained in my pants, sending a lightning bolt of desire up my spine. Clearly, three years of no sex had been too damn long. I could take Autumn right here on the dance floor… or maybe in the ladies’ lounge.

She whimpered into my mouth, a sound I knew very well. The bolt of lightning that had gone up my spine reversed and went down my pants.

I sucked on her bottom lip, increasing the pressure of my hand on her lower back so she’d feel how hard I was for her. I got more whimpering.

“You promised not to seduce me,” she muttered, pressing her tits into my chest.

“No, I didn’t. There was only one promise I ever made you. And that was to love you for the rest of my life.”

Her hand gripped the back of my neck, drawing me closer. “I’m not drunk, you know.” She kissed me harder, tongue curling with mine. Her soft moans vibrated through my chest. She was most definitely seducing me.

“You’re not?”

“No.”

This was better than I could hope for. Autumn was kissing me back because she wanted to. Not because she was inebriated. The fucking heavens had shined down on me.

I brushed my lips across hers, dotting kisses around her mouth and along her jaw. Finally, I had my wife back in my arms again. I continued adorning her with soft kisses, making a trail up to her ear to her favorite spot. I licked below her lobe. Nothing had changed in three years. She trembled and mewled like before. “You look lovely tonight, by the way.”

“You already told me that. So do you. Handsome as always. But we’re not getting back together.”

My heart cracked. “Boo…”


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