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I cringed. I’d forgotten in all the chaos of the past few days to mention the fact.

“Are you mad?”

“No. Although, you had me convinced.”

“How did you find out?”

“I was searching the records for the exact date you filed so I could figure out what day you decided it was over. You have no idea how happy I was to find nothing and to know you hadn’t given up hope.”

“I’m a sucker for you, Judge Camden.”

“Sami.” He lifted my chin. “I want us to do things right this time. We can’t keep going around in circles taking the same actions and expect different results. We can’t brush our problems under the rug like we tend to do.”

“And pretend to fix it through sex,” I added.

“As much as I hate to agree, you’re right. Sex is our way to cover up the real problems. Now, I’m not saying give up sex altogether, I’m saying we have to address whatever issues we’re having before falling into bed.” He sat back, pulling me against him. “Agreed?”

“Agreed.” I closed my eyes, listening to his heart beating a slow, steady rhythm.

Now we had to tell our families. Carol and Mommy were going to be ecstatic, but I wasn’t sure how Richard would react. He’d supported me against Papa, but that didn’t mean he’d turned over a new leaf on his traditional views of politics.

“Stop worrying about them. This is the first time in our lives that our parents’ expectations have no influence on us.”

I turned my head up toward him. “Then kiss me and keep me from thinking.”

“I thought you said no sex.”

“I said no sex to solve our problems. Kissing is not sex.”

He sat up, pushing me onto my back, and hovered over me. He leaned down as I lifted my face, but he bypassed my lips and grazed my cheek with his nose. Then he trailed down my neck.

“What are you doing? I said I wanted a kiss.”

I grabbed his face and tried to urge him to my lips, but he grasped my wrists in a tight hold, pinning them to the couch.

“You requested a kiss. What you didn’t do was specify where. Hold on to the armrest and don’t move those hands.”

My heartbeat accelerated, and my skin tingled. Wetness pooled between my legs as my nipples stiffened into hard peaks.

“I did not hear a protest, so I take it you like where I want to kiss you.”

“Devin,” I whimpered.

Who wouldn’t want his talented mouth on them?

He cupped my breasts through my dress, pinching the tips, and then moved lower, gathering the hem of my maxi dress. He pushed my legs apart and wedged his shoulder in between.

He leaned down toward my exposed underwear and then stared up at me with a wicked grin.

“This is for my eyes only. All I want you to do is feel.” He covered his head with my dress.

My fingers dug into the fabric of the sofa as Devin’s hot tongue traced the seam of my swollen, aching pussy.

He pulled my thong to the side and repeated his slow torture. “You’re so wet.”

He continued his torment, making my body catch fire and scream for more.

“Devin, please.”