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  “This is different, and you know it.”

  “I know, Sami. I won’t let you down.”

  I searched his eyes, seeing the determination in them.

  “I want to believe you.”

  “Our future is together.”

  I’d always believed this. Well, I had, up until I took the Bassett case.

  “I hope you still feel the same after you get a true taste of the world I live in now.”

  He gave me a tight smile and stood, offering me his hand. “Come with me?”

  I slid my fingers across his and rose from my spot on the couch.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “I’m going to tuck you into bed. We’ll discuss our future in the morning.”

  Chapter Seven

  I woke with a start before I relaxed into my covers. It had been so long since I’d slept through the night without waking at least three times.

  I hadn’t felt this rested in months.

  The moon was still out with no daylight in sight, telling me it wasn’t yet six in the morning. Maybe I should go to the gym and get in a little cardio on the spin bike.

  On second thought, I was going to stay right here. It felt too good to move.

  Heat surrounded me, and an ache pulsed between my legs.

  It must have been some dream.

  I shifted to stretch when I realized the reason for my unquenched desire.

  A naked Dev with a raging hard-on slept plastered to my back. He had one hand tucked down the front of my underwear, holding me tight against him.

  My pulse jumped and my pussy spasmed.

  I stilled and waited to see if he was awake.

  His breathing was heavy, and his body was motionless.

  The man always found a way to cop a feel even in his sleep.

  How had we gotten in this spot?

  I remembered coming upstairs with Dev and then spending the next hour just talking with him as I showered and got ready for bed.

  It was exactly how it was when we’d first gotten together. Dev sat in the doorway of the bathroom and chatted with me about everything and anything he could think of while giving me the privacy I needed. The one subject we avoided was our marriage.

  He never made a move on me when I’d come out wearing my sleep tank and underwear and completely surprised me when he’d tucked me into bed, kissed my forehead, and turned off the lights.

  The package that was pushing against me right now was another surprise. We’d always slept naked, and I hoped since I’d put on some clothes, Devin would do the same.

  I was wrong.

  Devin wasn’t changing the way we’d done things, even with my no-sex directive.

  At the moment, I wished I’d never made the decision.

  Dev’s fingers rested dangerously close to my soaked slit, and all I wanted to do was shift my body and have him finish what he’d started in the car.

  His breathing changed, and I turned my head to look at him. Sleepy sky-blue eyes gazed at me.

  He didn’t say a word but slipped his fingers between my pussy lips and started strumming my clit.

  I arched up and grabbed his arm.

  “Dev,” I gasped.

  My core throbbed and pulsed.

  He rubbed and played with my sensitive flesh until I was dripping and to the point of mindless release.

  Just when I couldn’t take anymore, he plunged two fingers into me and ordered, “Come for me.”

  I cried out as my orgasm flooded through my system. My pussy contracted around Devin’s digits with wave after wave of spasms.

  It took so little for this man to make my body sing. He read my needs better than I did.

  Hell, he was the one who’d taught me everything that I knew.

  As my body slowly came down, Devin pulled out of me, licked his fingers, and shifted me to face him.

  “I’m not done.”

  He yanked my tank top down, exposing my breasts, and then closed his lips over my nipple. He ripped my thong and plunged back into my pussy, making my body bow from the pleasurable assault.

  I was mindless with need, but I had to have more. It was never one-sided with us.

  I reached between our bodies, wrapped my fingers around his hard, weeping cock, and squeezed.

  A moan escaped his lips as a smile touched mine.

  I stroked up from the base and back down from the tip, smearing the pre-cum dripping from him.

  Dev lifted his head and watched me move my hand with the grip and pace he enjoyed.

  He matched my rhythm, pumping in and out of me.

  He threaded his other hand through my hair, tugging my head back and locking our eyes.

  Goosebumps prickled my skin, and my breath came out in pants.

  God, he was the sexiest man I’d ever encountered. I traced his lower lip with my thumb and then quickly gripped one shoulder as my core quickened and a sob of burning desire erupted.

  Sweat beaded his forehead and a vein pulsed on the side of his neck. The telltale sign he was close to coming.

  I wished things were simpler.

  I wanted to pull him toward me, to cover his lips with mine, to tell him I loved him and couldn’t live without him. But I couldn’t do it. He already held a part of me that I’d never get back.

  We watched each other as I worked his hard rod.

  All of the sudden, heat and ecstasy cascaded in my body, and another orgasm washed over me, making me grip Dev’s cock tight and sending him over the edge.

  “Samina, my love,” he called out as my pussy continued to spasm.

  Ropes of hot, sticky cum shot all over my naked breasts and tank.

  I pumped him a few more times, drawing out his release until we both collapsed onto the bed, panting and heaving.

  “That was…” Dev gasped.

  “Intense,” I responded and released a deep sigh. “I know.”

  Dev reached up, tugging my tank off and using it to clean my chest and body. When he finished, he threw the shirt on the floor and then opened his arms.

  Without thought, I crawled to him and curled against his side. He wrapped himself around me and tucked my head under his.

  “We can’t give up, Sami.”

  “I know.” A tear slipped down my cheek. “I don’t want to, Dev. I’m just not sure if you’ll stay once you see I’m not the same girl you fell in love with.”

  I closed my eyes and let exhaustion take over.

  By the time I woke again, Dev was no longer next to me. The sheets on his side of the bed were cool to the touch, telling me he’d been up for a while.

  Slowly I rolled off the mattress and headed for the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the sink.

  My nipples had red beard marks from his ministrations, as well as small remnants of his cum dried in between my breasts.

  A slow pulsing hummed in my pussy.

  What was I doing with Dev? Why couldn’t I keep my hands off him?

  Because he’s turned you into a nymphomaniac who only craves his cock.

  I shook the thought from my head as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee hit my senses.

  Time to get moving.

  I quickly showered and dressed in a light summer maxi dress before heading to the kitchen.

  As I passed through the archway, I noticed Dev scanning a group of documents on the counter with a frown on his face. He always had that look when he was trying to solve some puzzle.

  He wore a fitted T-shirt and loose cotton pants, a strikingly relaxed contrast to his always put-together look. When he dressed like this, every contour of his body was visible.

  The very body I shouldn’t have played with earlier.

  There was no way I was going to be able to resist him. I’d just have to set the boundaries before anything happened.

  Who was I kidding? I was fucked.

  I had to tell him before we went any further. Then I’d know if there was a solid chance to fix our relationship.

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sp; “What are you looking at?”

  He lifted his gaze and gave me his “better start talking now” glare that usually scared anyone he had on the stand. Too bad it didn’t have any effect on me.

  “Were you going to tell me?”

  “Tell you what?”

  “And why is Representative Jones calling you?”

  I walked up behind him, noticing the phone with five missed calls and the Senate candidacy papers I’d forgotten to put away, and cringed.

  “This isn’t how I wanted to tell you. For the record, I haven’t filed anything with the Secretary of the Senate. And it wasn’t until after Jacinta’s last visit that I decided to officially throw my hat into the ring and challenge Sanders.”

  “So, what you’re telling me is that my sister knew you were considering a bid for US Senate and I didn’t.”

  I cocked a hand on my hip. “First of all, we’ve barely been in the same room for the last few months, much less had time to discuss my plans for the future. And second, Jaci is my best friend.”

  “I’m your husband.” He towered over me. “What about Tracy Jones?”

  “She’s my adviser. She has experience with situations like mine.”

  Tracy used the notoriety she’d gained after she represented a well-known movie star in a murder trial to run for the US House of Representatives. She’d become famous more for her looks and attitude than the case itself. She was the perfect person to navigate me through the waters I was about to enter.

  “Don’t make Jacinta’s or Mrs. Jones’s political aspirations yours.”

  “Listen up, buster.” I poked a finger into his chest. “You do not get to tell me what I do with my career. Did you consult me when you put your hat into the ring for the judgeship? You made a unilateral decision that kept me in the shadows.”

  “I’ll admit it was one of my stupider decisions. But this is different. You’re about to jump in with the big dogs. You’re too nice. They’ll eat you alive.”

  “Have you seen the people I represent? Most of them are politicians. I’ve handled the worst of them. Give me some credit.” I fixed him with an annoyed glare. “Men have such double standards.”

  “Sami.”

  “Don’t Sami me. I haven’t even had a cup of coffee yet, and you’re on my ass.”

  I pushed past Dev and grabbed the French press, pouring myself a giant mug of coffee.

  After adding the perfect amount of sugar and milk, I brought the cup to my lips and chugged.

  Yes, finally my morning sustenance. The bittersweet concoction ignited my cylinders and prepared me for the man growling at me.

  I set the empty coffee cup on the counter.

  “Now that I can function, I’ll listen to your tantrum about my potential bid for US Senate.”

  “If you run, is the ticket going to say Kumar or Camden?”

  I turned with a frown. “Of all the things to worry about, you’re concerned about my name.”

  “Answer the question.”

  I lifted my chin. “Aren’t there enough Senator Camdens in the world? Hell, Jacinta is positioning herself to run in Texas.”

  He stepped in front of me and pressed me back against the quartz island with the front of his hard, sculpted body.

  The contact made my nipples harden, and there was no way to hide my reaction since I wasn’t wearing a bra with the stupid dress I’d put on.

  “What I want to know is are you running as the married Mrs. Camden or the single, celebrity attorney Ms. Kumar?”

  His erection molded itself into my stomach and all I could do was lick my lips.

  “I want to know if I’m going to be a senator’s husband or in the shadows.”

  I scowled as my arousal cooled. “Like you did to me?”

  “Yes, like the asshole I was and did to you.”

  “I never wanted to hide, if you recall.”

  “Why did you do it? Why did you accept that?”

  I’d asked myself that over and over for the past five years. I’d become the cliché woman who had everything going for her and let a man take over her future.

  “Because I was a stupid idiot and was desperately in love.” I shifted to move away from him so he wouldn’t see the lingering pain I felt, but he held me captive against the counter.

  “Do you still love me or did it die over the years?”

  “I never stopped loving you. I just couldn’t live with things the way they were.”

  “Well, let’s change them.”

  “It isn’t that simple.”

  “Sure, it is. I’m not going anywhere, Sami.”

  I tilted my head up to tell him my doubts, but before I could respond, Dev’s mouth covered mine and anything other than filling my physical needs became a low priority.

  The kiss was the way it always was between us, all-consuming and filled with desperate desire. His tongue pushed past my lips and began a dance that made me think of how it felt to have his mouth between my legs.

  I craved him as a woman starved.

  Threading my fingers through his hair, I pulled him closer to me.

  We tasted and savored, trying to sate our need on each other’s lips.

  I broke our embrace to grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it over his head.

  I nearly swallowed my tongue as I took in his beautiful sculpted abs. Grazing my fingers up his stomach and gliding them to his shoulders, I yanked him back to me.

  “Dev. I need you. It’s been so long.”

  A sly smile touched his face, and then he covered my lips again, but this time the kiss was possessive as if he was claiming me, consuming me.

  “You’re mine, Sami,” he said against my lips. “I won’t let you go. I can’t. You own my soul. I’ll do anything to prove you come first.”

  My heart skipped a beat. Devin had never said that to me before. He was always a bit possessive, but he never acknowledged my claim on him.

  Dev cupped my breasts through my dress, pinching the hard tips as he continued to devour my mouth.

  “More,” I gasped. “I want more. Please, Dev. I need you to fuck me now.”

  “Your wish is my command.”

  He lifted me onto the counter, bunching my dress around my hips.

  I slid my hand between us, pushing his lounge pants down his legs and freeing his beautiful cock.

  Dev brought my ass to the edge of the stone and then ripped away my thong, plunging balls-deep into my sopping pussy in a matter of seconds.

  We both cried out at the exquisite feel of each other.

  He grabbed my hands and placed them on the edge of the stone. “Hold on tight. I don’t want you to fall, and I plan to fuck you so hard that my dick imprints itself inside your pussy.”

  He set a relentless pace, and all I could do was enjoy the ride. He was as desperate as I was for release.

  What happened earlier was nothing compared to what was building now.

  Dev pounded into me, gripping my thighs and pulling me off the counter with only my arms for leverage.

  My body shook as my pussy clenched around his cock. “Dev, I can’t hold out anymore. Harder, please.”

  He fisted my hair and yanked my head back. “Come for me, baby.”

  “Dev,” I screamed, losing my hold on the counter as my orgasm took over.

  Dev pulled me close to him, not relenting in his pace.

  My mind was a wash of sensations, while my core contracted and spasmed.

  Moments later, Dev followed, shouting my name and collapsing with me against the counter.

  Chapter Eight

  I held on to Devin, letting my breath calm. We had this need that only the other could assuage.

  Damn, we shouldn’t have done this. It was only going to confuse our situation. How was Devin going to understand how important it was for him to support me if I gave in and fucked him every time he was in the vicinity?

  I ran a hand over my face.

  “Don’t.”

  I lifted my head.
“What?”

  “Don’t turn this into something wrong. We’re married. We love each other. Making love is part of it.”

  Devin stood, kicking his pants the rest of the way off and holding my legs around him. He carried me to the sofa in the living room and sat with me straddling his thighs. His cock still pulsed inside me and from the feel of it, there was little chance of it going down soon.

  “Our sex life has never been the problem. We use it to mask our issues.”

  I attempted to slip off him, but he held me tight.

  “What do you need from me to prove I’m willing to change?”

  “I need to know that your career doesn’t come before me. I need to feel like I’m your wife in and outside of the bedroom.”

  “I can do that.”

  “Dev.” I gazed into his piercing blue eyes. “I’m not kidding about running.”

  “I know, but as you said, you haven’t announced anything yet.”

  I shook my head. I was only waiting for the most opportune time to make it official.

  Before I could clear up his misconception, he said, “There is something I want in return.”

  I tried to focus on his words, but his growing erection was making me lose my train of thought. “This isn’t a negotiation.”

  He gripped my thighs and ground his cock into me. My breath quickened and my pussy flooded around him.

  “This is something we talked about years ago. Something I know you want as much as I do.”

  Dev lifted me and then slid me down. I gripped the back of the couch as my body ignited once again.

  Then it hit me. He couldn’t be talking about what he asked for yesterday.

  “No,” I said.

  “Hear me out before you make a final decision.” He tugged me up, biting the tips of my breasts.

  “No. Not happening,” I stuttered out as my pussy swelled and his lips moved to the other hardened nipple. “Fuck, this is not the time for this discussion. I can’t think when you’re distracting me.”

  “Then it’s the perfect time to say this. I want a baby. I want you to stop taking birth control. I want a family.”

  I rose and glided down his length again, ignoring his words.

  He couldn’t be serious. When I’d brought up having a baby a year into our marriage, he’d shot the idea down. He insisted he wanted time with us as a couple first. Later, I figured out it had more to do with his family and his career. After mentioning it a few more times over the years, I gave up any hope.