But somewhere over the years, I had become his sweet girl.
His wife.
The mother of his children.
The woman he came home to.
And somehow that turned into him treating me like I couldn’t handle the shit I’d been begging him for.
Meanwhile our sexual flame had been getting duller and duller.
Until Levin.
Levin looked at me like he knew I wasn’t fucking sweet.
“Sam.”
I swallowed.
“What?”
He stared at me another second.
Then his jaw tightened.
“Let me take you home.”
“Okay.”
Neither one of us moved.
My heart was beating so hard I could feel that shit in my throat.
This was it.
I knew it.
This was the part where I was supposed to grab my purse.
Get in his car.
Go home.
Climb in bed beside my husband.
Wake up tomorrow and pretend none of this shit had ever gotten this far.
I stepped toward Levin instead.
One step. Until there wasn’t much space left between us.
“Then take me.”
His eyes dropped to my mouth then came back to mine.
He knew and I knew he knew. I wasn’t talking about taking me fuckin’ home.
“You sure that’s what you want me to do?”