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the day.
    “Here.” He showed her a picture of Nadia and himself from what looked like their college years. “I want to explain something to you and I need you to have and open mind,” he said. “I know that from the night of the party you’ve been aware of the fact that I want you.”
    Her body betrayed her and reacted to his words despite the picture of his wife in her hand. She was a terrible person. She let the picture fall to the ground and noticed all the others. Nadia and Charles playing soccer, hanging out with friends, in caps and gowns at their graduation, it was obvious how much their lives intertwined.
    “I don’t think we should be talking about this.”
    He laughed.
    “Stop it, Hannah! Let me get this out. We have to get it all out in the open to move forward.”
    So he wanted to put it all behind them as well. Her heart fell a bit, but she knew it was for the best.
    “Hannah, you don’t understand who Nadia is to me.”
    “She’s your wife. What’s not to understand?” She started to shift away and his hand grabbed her thigh, harder this time.
    “She’s my best friend. She’s been my best friend since I came to New York. I would do anything for her. Anything…”
    “I get it. You love her and you’re married and we need to ignore whatever is happening between us because it can only lead to more hurt for everyone involved.”
    “For an older woman you aren’t very wise.”
    He smiled and took her hand.
    “What?” She tried to pull away, but he refused to let go.
    “She’s my best friend. FRIEND. That’s all she is and all she’s ever been to me.”
    Hannah let the words slowly sink in. She became even more aware of how close they were sitting. A wave of anticipation rolled through her stomach.
    “What?” she asked again.
    “Nadia is my wife in name only. I married her because I love her – as a friend – and I couldn’t let her be forced to leave the country.”
    Suddenly everything clicked into place. Nadia’s absence at family events over the years, the girly room she was sleeping in, the fact that he was alone while she was in Morocco. His marriage wasn’t romantic. It was to help his friend.
    “I need some air.”
    Hannah stood and walked to the window. She leaned out taking slow deep breaths. Charles walked up behind her and placed his hands on her hips as he tugged her towards him. His strong hands turned her, pulling her forward before his mouth crashed down on hers. 
    She couldn’t catch her breath. Her lips parted and his tongue pushed its way inside while his hand buried itself in her wet hair. He pressed her back against the wall and moved his mouth to her neck where he bathed and sucked her sensitive skin. Tiny flames of desire licked at her and sent chills through her body wherever the trailed his lips. She let out a groan of need so loud that it would have embarrassed her if her rational mind could have engaged, but all she could do was feel and say his name, “Charlie…”
    At the sound, he let out his own moan and guided her down to the couch. He lowered his body to hers and she felt the full length of him pressed against her. His hard cock strained against his jeans and she could feel how large and ready he was for her. She let her hand push up against his chiseled chest and dragged his T-shirt over his head. Their eyes met and she could see the hunger that burned there. This man wanted her and that thought only made her wetter with desire. 
    He moved his hand to the band of her shorts undoing the button and zipper, letting his hand slide in between the cotton undies and her hot skin. She heard him whisper, “Oh my God,” as his finger slid into her slippery desire. “You’re so wet. Tell me you want me, Hannah. Tell me how much you want me inside of you.”
    He rubbed his fingers over her clit setting her on fire with need. She tore her mouth from his.
    “I want you. I want you deep inside of me. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you in