The Discarded Husband's Spectacular Comeback

Empty bottles of Cristal littered the low glas

Her dress was hiked up her thighs.

oned halfway down his chest, feedin

oved. It was a tableau of

, ch

er dress down with frantic, jerky movements.

ocolate from his lip. He didn't l

nds flying to their mouths to hide their giggles. They were e

ng hard. His chest heaved. His suit w

cutting through the tension. "What are you d

ing you?" He stepped into the room, glass crunching unde

surrender gesture, a smirk playing on his lips. "W

Dominic

ice shrill. "Truth or Dare, Dominic. Do

r. They were closing ranks. They were gasli

iting for her to deny it. Waiting for

p. She didn't look at him. "Hank is a family frien

ose. "You lied to me. You sai

st. "She needed to blow off steam, Dom. You're suffocating h

d built a company with. The man he ha

d hear, the smell of expensive scotch on his breath. "Or what?

s. His fingernails dug into his palms,

friend, "Does dignity pay fo

r reflection in the darkened window, fixing a stray ha

dropping to a dangerous calm. "I'm seei

stealing from the firm, hasn't he? That's why

ilent. The air

for a microsecond. His

of Hank, shielding him. "How dare you," sh

l deepened, drilling down into the marrow of his bones. She

manicured finger at the door. "Leave n

allway. Miller was hovering

e. Completely and utterly al

oken sound that hurt his thr

ing her back against him. A possessive, claiming gesture. "She's prot