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judgmental.”
    “Why’d she throw you out?” she asked, coming back and crawling into bed with me.
    “Because I was running with a bad group of guys, doing things she didn’t approve of. She was afraid I was going to go back to jail.”
    “So she threw you out…wait!” She sat up a little and stared at me. “You went to jail?”
    “A couple of times.”
    “Really?”
    “Back when I was in my late teens, early twenties. Robbery once or twice. Assault several times.”
    “No, shit!”
    I laughed, touching her face again, loving the admiration dancing in her eyes.
    “You were a bad guy?”
    “I was an errand boy for the mafia. But that was years ago.”
    “And this woman? Your new assistant?”
    “She was a student at Boston College. We had a fling for a couple of months.”
    “She didn’t care about your police record?”
    “I don’t think she knew about it. I didn’t take her around my friends.”
    “Did she know you were married?”
    I nodded, as I ran my hand slowly down Rachel’s side. She took my hand and pressed it between her legs, forcing my fingers against her opening and closing her eyes as I sought out her swollen clit. I brushed my finger against it, rolling into her, pressing my cock against her ass as she pressed her back into my chest. She fit perfectly against me, her body slim and delicate against my broad chest and wide hips.
    “I told her after we’d been together for a couple of months. Told her so that she wouldn’t get too attached.”
    “Did you always know you’d go back to Abigail?”
    I thought about it for a moment, remembering how Cassidy’s body fit against mine. Abigail was a beautiful woman, but she was broad-hipped, a woman who didn’t remain slender and fit into middle age, but I loved her just the same. And Rachel fit against me so perfectly that it was almost too perfect. But Cassidy…her curves were the kind that kept me up at night. Even years after I sent her away, years after I returned to Abigail and I held other women, it was still Cassidy’s curves that came to mind at the most inopportune moments, making me burn with a need that wasn’t likely to be fulfilled.
    “Does it matter? Abigail and I managed to get past our differences after a while.”
    “After ten years of marriage. That’s a long time to go back and forth between your wife and your stable of mistresses.”
    “Do you think that’s what I had? A group of women just sitting off to the side, waiting to crawl into my bed?”
    She pressed my hand tighter against her cunt. “If I’d been one of them, I would have been more than willing to wait.”
    “Is that right?”
    “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
    She leaned back and kissed my jaw, her lips sliding slowly up to my ear. I slid a finger inside of her, and she groaned, moving her hips back against me until my hard cock slipped perfectly between her thighs, pressed high against her ass and that lovely cunt. I moved my hand as she pushed against my cock head, shoving me against her opening and sighing as I slid inside of her.
    “So fucking good,” she said with a sigh, pressing her hips back against me. “If I were Abigail, I’d have put a padlock on your zipper.”
    I nibbled at her shoulder before my lips came to rest against her ear. “She tried. That’s part of why I strayed so often.”
    “Then the secret is to pretend this isn’t as good as it is?” she asked, a little breathless now.
    “Maybe.”
    “Impossible.”
    I would have laughed, but I was concentrating too hard on each stroke, on the feel of her tight, little cunt wrapped around my length. I was too involved in the idea of this hot, beautiful girl writhing against my body, her swollen clit against my finger, her lips forming my name.
    So fucking good!
    ***
    I was late arriving at the office the next morning because I fell asleep in Rachel’s bed and I didn’t want to show up in the same suit I’d been wearing the night before. I had a spare at the office,