Vivian’s pov

“Don’t,” I said, but the word came out weak and I did not step back when Robert moved.

He took one step toward me, then another, closing the last of the space between us until the heat of his body hit me full on.

The months of stolen looks, the deliberate way he had touched me every visit, the secrets I had kept, the fear of almost getting caught behind that cabinet, everything collided at once inside my chest.

My control snapped clean in half. I stopped fighting what I had wanted since the first time his hand stayed too long on my hip and made my pussy...