We practically ran to my car. I unlocked it, we tumbled into the back seat, and then I was on her again.

Kissing her like I'd been starving for it. Because I had been.

"Cameron—" She gasped against my mouth.

"I know. I know this is—"

"Don't. Don't think. Just—please—"

I kissed her again. Harder this time. My hands in her hair, her hands under my shirt, both of us desperate and clumsy and so far past the point of no return.

I'm violating every ethical code. I could lose my license. My marriage. Everything.

The thought was there but distant. Drowned out by the feeling of her skin under...