“I know what I said.” I deliver a mirthless grin. “You should know better than anybody things uttered in the heat of the moment are to heighten the pleasure. I want you. I’m never going to not desire you. But you just want to fuck me, and he’s my husband. He isn’t scared to confess that he loves me.”

His brows pull together. “That’s not fair.”

“I know.” My throat feels constricted. “Just… Just think about it, okay? Can you guarantee me that?”

He nods slowly. “I wish I could claim I’m going to worry about anything else for the foreseeable future.”

On the journey back to New York, Darren...