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Still, I caught the way Dera peeked at him when she thought no one noticed. That night, we sat down for steak and wine. Dera had cooked. Duncan talked about his kids, his job, the city he came from. Turns out, the guy was successful too. Somehow, that added to the tension. I could not shake the feeling I had just let a lion into the den. I watched as Duncan's gaze drifted over Dera’s face, then down her neck. He took his time. I could feel a charge growing across the table. "High school sweethearts?" Duncan looked at us like we were a rare find. "You don't hear that anymore."

*Duncan* Duncan was thoroughly enjoying everyone's reaction to his wife's ridiculously sexy outfit. She had blushed three shades of red about five times now. Duncan, Ed and Mark were all staring unabashedly at her and he was loving every second of it. He considered that for a moment. Other men were blatantly looking at his wife's nearly naked body. He shifted in his seat, adjusting his erection as it threatened to burst through his blue jeans.

"If you care about him at all, you’ll leave now.” I looked around the room watching as Duncan's grandmother and Melissa both stood by him. I was surrounded by people who wanted me. Duncan couldn't remember me either. There was no way I would win. " Fine." I said gritting my teeth. "I'll leave for now." I said, my heart breaking as I saw Duncan leaning his forehead against Melissa's the same way he used to do with mine. I turned around to leave when suddenly, Duncan's voice stopped me. " April," He called out softly making me turn to him. "I don't know what makes you think you're my mate but I only have one woman I love. That's Melissa." Duncan said with a smile as he placed a kiss on the bac

I wanted this man so much. All of our clothes were on. I didn’t care. The door was probably unlocked. I didn’t care. Everyone downstairs was going to take one look at my wrinkled dress and kiss-bruised mouth and know what we did down here—I didn’t care. I didn’t care. I’d fantasized about this moment so many times. I had always and only ever fantasized about Cassian a million ways in the last 5 years. He breathed, “Athena, I want you so much that I scare myself.” into my ear. And then in a gravelly voice, “You in that little black dress by the beach, the first day we met. You in my shirt. You without anything. Always you…”