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doing what was right meant walking away from her. He pushed his hips forward, so that Madeline was pressed to the wall.
    The weight of his body on hers was heaven. She let out a small breath of silent pleasure as she remembered how good he’d felt inside her. How his hands, his mouth, his everything, had existed only to pleasure her.
    “We can’t do this,” she murmured, but her hands were lifting to his chest, clutching at the fine fabric of his shirt.
    His laugh was hoarse; the intention in his eyes was unmistakable. “Can’t we?”
    CHAPTER FOUR
    He lowered his head, so that his mouth was just inches away. If she stood on tiptoes, she’d be kissing him, tasting him. He brushed his lips over hers, then nipped her lower lip with his teeth. Her breath fanned his neck, as he moved to her earlobe. He took it in his mouth and teased it with his tongue. She gasped as pleasure, sharp and furious, began to spiral in her gut.
    “No!” She cried, pushing at the hard wall of his chest. He didn’t move, though. “You have a family, Harrison. I am not going to ruin that.”
    “I have a daughter, Madeline. But it’s been a long time since I’ve had a lover.”
    Her heart turned over in her chest. “You… what are you talking about?”
    His hands were at the bottom of her sweater, touching the material, feeling for skin. She grabbed his hips and groaned at the intimate contact. He pushed his hips further forward, grinding his pelvis against her as his arousal grew. “It’s just me and Ivy.”
    “But… what?”
    “Do you want to talk about this now?”
    She didn’t. God, she didn’t. She wanted him. Her marriage to Dean had always been based on the mutual understanding that it was pure pretence, but she was still married. In name, if no other way. And yet, she didn’t care. After all, Dean had relationships on the side. That was the whole point of their union – to provide him cover. He would be the last person in the world to judge her for what she wanted to do with Harrison.
    But it was wrong. It was complicated. It made no sense.
    “I want you, Maddie,” he whispered, lifting her sweater over her head and throwing it onto a nearby chair. Her bra was exquisite French lace. His thumb padded over her nipple, and she arched her back as the sensations flew down her body.
    “Harrison,” she said quietly, her breathing ragged, her heart running away from her. “This is so wrong.” But so right. Right in every way that mattered.
    “I know,” he agreed calmly, lifting her and carrying her through the lounge, to his office. It had a rarely used sofa in the corner, and he placed her onto it. Before they could rethink the wisdom of what they were doing, he came to lie on top of her, his mouth seeking hers.
    “You came here tonight. You must have known this would happen.”
    “I thought you were married,” she responded, shaking her head. “I just wanted to talk.”
    Something punctured the wall of need in Harrison. He tried to ignore it, but his conscience was a finely honed tool. As if sensing a shift in his mood, Madeline shifted, rolling on top of him. She rotated her hips, pressing herself onto his erection, and running her hands over his chest. Her fingers reached for his button and opened his pants desperately. How long had it been since she’d been with a man?
    Eight years.
    Since she’d left him. She shook her head.
    No wonder she was almost crawling up the walls with desire.
    “If we don’t do this, Harrison, I’m going to kill you.” She was smiling, but inside, she felt fires licking at her being. She had forgotten what a sexual person she was. In Harrison’s arms, her body was like a flame that had been doused in petrol.
    “Damn it, Maddie, what game are you playing at?” He demanded, shifting so that he could wriggle out of his jeans. She pushed at her own, sliding them down her long legs, so that she was in just her underwear.
    “I’d forgotten how good you are at this,” she said